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Turned to a cup, who once the sword of state Held o'er the head of slave and potentate,
 * Is now held in the tippler's trembling hand,

Or smashed upon the tavern-floor of Fate.

For this I say, Be watchful of the Cage Of chance; it opes alike to fool and sage;
 * Spy on the moment, for to-morrow'll be,

Like yesterday, an obliterated page.