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Heaven's wheel has made full many a heart to moan, And many a budding rose to earth has thrown; Plume thee not on thy youth and lusty strength, Full many a bud is blasted ere 'tis blown.

What lord is fit to rule but "Truth?" not one. What beings disobey His rule? not one. All things that are are such as He decrees, And naught is there beside beneath the sun.

That azure coloured vault, and golden tray Have turned, and will turn yet for many a day; And just so we, impelled by turns of fate,— We come here for a while, then pass away.