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 But sudden languor seiz'd him as a prize,

And in short space death shut his weary eyes.

How many mortals like Adulphus vain,

Aspire at greatness which they ne'er attain,

Yea, many seem right busy all their days,

Grasping at Meteors which they never seize.

When Reason sleeps, imaginations then,

Produce strange phantoms in the minds of men;

But tho' night dreams make us sometimes to quake,

The danger lies in dreaming while awake.