I speak for myself alone

To each his own is too well known,

Mirrors never tell a lie, and

To pretensions we’re all too prone.

There are no Saints amongst us all

No one here without a fall,

The Devil too has a job to do

To tarnish those who stand too tall.

Humble must be life’s play

There really is no other way,

Power and pelf are paper toys

What more is there to say.

We know all this, there’s nothing new

We all know what is eternally true,

“Dust thou art to dust returnest”

There never was a clearer clue.

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