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CXIV
[Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise]
Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise;Old Time will make thee colder,
And though each morning new arise
Yet we each day grow older.
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Thine eyes like twin stars shining;
But ere another day be sprung
All these will be declining.
Then winter comes with all his fears,
And all thy sweets shall borrow;
Too late then wilt thou shower thy tears,—
And I too late shall sorrow!
Anon.
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