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For when he dieth he shall carry nothing away: his glory shall not descend after him. Psalm xlix, 17
Baubles and earthly pomps for ever flown, Poor as the poorest he hath swiftly grown, Yet shall good deeds, if any hath done, Remain his glory after he is gone. The Dance of Death, 1538 Code:NFTDD004 |
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