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Book IV. ODE X.
To Ligurinus, a beauteous Youth.
'Tis true, thou yet art fair (my Ligurine)No Down as yet environs cheek, or chin:
But when those hairs which now do flow, shall fall,
And when thy Rosie Cheeks turn wan and pale:
When in thy Glass another Ligurine thou
Shalt spy, and scarce thy bearded self shalt know;
Then thou (despis'd) shalt sing this piteous Song;
Why am I old? or why was ever young?
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