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ODE XI. To Leuconoe.
Seek not to know, what fated EndThe Gods for you or me intend,
Nor lend to Magick Arts an Ear,
But still against the worst prepare.
With Unconcern let Life glide on:
'Tis full of Toil, and quickly done.
See, Winter rages on the Sea,
And 'tis perhaps the Last you'll see.
Be wise, enjoy the present Hour:
Brisk Wine from smiling Goblets pour:
Improve the Moments whilst they last,
And snatch the Hours that fly so fast;
To Day, let Hope prevent Despair,
To Morrow is not worth your Care.
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