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For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withereth the grass, and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in his ways.

And when ye see the south wind blow, ye say, There will be heat; and it cometh to pass.

Saying, These last have wrought but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us, which have borne the burden and heat of the day.