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In nooses of a hundred idle hopes, Slaves to their passion and their
wrath, they buy Wealth with base deeds, to glut hot appetites;
"Thus much, to-day," they say, "we gained! thereby
Such and such wish of heart shall have its fill; And this is ours!
and th' other shall be ours!
To-day we slew a foe, and we will slay
Our other enemy to-morrow! Look! Are we not lords? Make we not
goodly cheer? Is not our fortune famous, brave, and great? Rich are
we, proudly born! What other men Live like to us? Kill, then, for
sacrifice!
Cast largesse, and be merry!" So
they speak Darkened by ignorance; and so they fall- Tossed to and
fro with projects, tricked, and bound In net of black delusion, lost
in lusts- Down to foul Naraka.
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