4 This hast thou known from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?
5 That the singing of the wicked 'is' short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,
6 Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike --
7 As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where 'is' he?'
8 As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
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