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hope for much but alas! They had once listened to the syren song of vice and had tasted her unhallowed pleasures resolving soon to break off the wicked practices until they found themselves bound by a chain of habit to strong to be burst asunder and thus they quite themselves up an easy prey to those who are hardened in vice their sun sets at noon and they sink down into their grave covered with infamy and disgrace