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MUTABILITY by IBN HAZM

First Line: LET NOT MY JEALOUS FOES
Last Line: A CROWN UPON A KING.

Let not my jealous foes
Exult in my disgrace,
For Fortune comes and goes
Nor tarries in one place.

A free man is like gold
Now cast for hammering,
But presently, behold!
A crown upon a king.



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