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 1     I|     erect we empires new~On frail foundations laid in earthly
 2    IV|   stubborn hearts with pity frail to move;~Look pale for dread,
 3     V| when this breath from man's frail body flies~The soul take
 4     V|     feeble is each kingdom, frail and weak,~Unless his basis
 5    VI|    as they are bent~Of this frail like, yet not withouten
 6    VI| armors forged were of metal frail,~On every side thereof,
 7    VI|    not Heaven these members frail~With lively force and vigor
 8    IX| like smoke and dust~Of this frail world the wealth, the pomp
 9   XIV| many a gin~And net to catch frail hearts, false Cupid lays;~
10    XV|     astonishment~That makes frail hearts of men to bow and
11   XVI|  his soul had fled~From his frail breast to hers, and there
12  XVII|     shall be born when this frail world grows old,~Corrupted,
13 XVIII|    beauty, whose glad smile frail hearts delights,~Within
14   XIX|  Ere my weak soul from this frail body fleet,~Ah, comfort