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Life is so little in its vanities, So mean, and looking to such worthless aim, Truly the dust, of which we are a part, Predominates amid mortality. Great crimes have something of nobility; Mighty their warning, vast is their remorse: But these small faults, that make one half of life Belong to lowest natures, and reduce To their own wretched level nobler things.