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Ode X. To Ligurinus.

O cruel still and vain of Beauty's Charms,
When wintry Age thy Insolence disarms;
When fall those Locks that on thy Shoulders play,
And Youth's gay Roses on thy Cheeks decay;
When that smooth Face shall Manhood's Roughness wear,
And in your Glass another Form appear,
Ah why! you'll say, do I now vainly burn,
Or with my Wishes, not my Youth return.