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ridge. It is bad to have an empty purse, But an empty head is a whole lot worse. --Nixon Waterman. Shut your mouth, and open your eyes, And you're sure to learn something to make you wise. --Nixon Waterman. THE COMMON LOT Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man, and who was he? Mortal! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee. Unknown the region of his birth; The land in which he died unknown; His name has perished from the earth; This truth survives alone: That joy and grief and hope and fear, Alternate triumphed in his breast; His bliss and woe--a smile, a tear! Oblivion hides the rest. He suffered--but his pangs are o'er; Enjoyed--but his delights are fled; Had friends--his friends are now no more; And foes--his foes are dead. He saw whatever thou hast seen; Encountered all that troubles thee; He was--whatever thou hast been; He is--what thou shalt be. The rolling seasons, day and night, Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and man, Erewhile his portion, life, and light, To him exist in vain. The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins, since the world began, Of him afford no other trace Than this--there lived a man. --James Montgomery. Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, "To-morrow, do thy worst; for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been has been, and I have had my hour." --Horace, tr. by John Dryden. PROEM If this little world to-night Suddenly should fall through space In a hissing, headlong flight, Shriveling from off its face, As it falls into the sun, In an instant every trace Of the little crawling things-- Ants, philosophers, and lice, Cattle, cockroaches, and kings, Beggars, millionaires, and mice, Men and maggots--all as one As it falls into the sun-- Who can say but at the same Instant, from some planet fa
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