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Ay, like the circles which the sun doth spin Of gossamer, we end as we begin;
 * Our feet are on the heads of those that pass,

But ever their Graves around our Cradles grin.

And what avails it then that Man be born To joy or sorrow?—why rejoice or mourn?
 * The doling doves are calling to the rose;

The dying rose is bleeding o'er the thorn.