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...curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. In piteous pageants bring not back, « Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe....