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Death opens every door,
And sits in every chamber by himself.
If what might feed a sparrow should suffice
For soldiers' meals, ye have not wherewithal
To linger out three days. For corn, there's none;
A mouse, imprisoned in your granaries,
Were starved to death.
This shameful defeat was a tremendous blow to the ardent anticipat