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Written Extempore in a Young Lady's Almanack.

I

Think, bright Myrtilla, when you see
The constant Changes of the Year,
That nothing is from Ruin free,
And Gayest things must disappear.

II

Think of your Glories in their Bloom,
The Spring of Sprightely youth improve,
For cruel Age, alas! will come,
And then 'twill be too late to Love.