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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prosperity Palls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">PROSPERITY PALLS<br>The era of pleasure is over for ever, <br>prosperity palls, seldom fails to appal.<br>When seeking some sanity see we should sever<br>last links with societal sirens that call<br>after all with fast laughter, considering never<br>that Man’s many illusions to dust must soon fall, <br>as dispassionate Death’s thrall not even keen, clever, <br>can ever avert, all are measured withal. <br>Vain attempts to escape fate prove empty endeavour<br>for sooner or later all sleep in Time's shawl.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>© Jonathan Robin 9 October 1978 revised 27 September 2008 </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>robi03_0162_robi03_0000 XXX_JZX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>for previous version see below</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Prosperity Palls</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The era of pleasure is over for ever, <br>prosperity palls where it does not appal.<br>When seeking some sanity see, we must sever<br>last links with Society ’s sirens that call<br>after all with fast laughter, considering never<br>that Man’s many illusions to dust must soon fall, <br>as dispassionate Death’s thrall not even the clever<br>can ever avert, for he measures us all, -<br>and attempts to escape him are empty endeavour<br>for sooner or later all sleep in his shawl! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=425812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> 9 October 1978</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a></strong></div>

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