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As onward I follow to taste the sweetness of this my day,

And peacefully journey to eld and the bourne that Fate doth ordain

For my life. For we all must die: alike are we passing away,

Though our fortune be diverse. How far soever one’s gaze may strain,

Too frail is man to attain to the heaven brazen-floored.

Even so did wingèd Pegasus fling his earthly lord,