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17. | (17 Song.) Chide, chide no more |
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(17 Song.) Chide, chide no more
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Chide, chide no more; Away,The fleeting daughters of the day;
Nor with impatient thoughts out-run
The lazie Sun,
Nor think the hours do move to flow delay is kind,
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That which we seek, yet fear to find.
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The mystick dark decreesUnfold not of the Destinies,
Nor boldly seek to antedate
The Laws of Fate:
Thy anxious search a while forbear,
Suppress thy hast,
And know that time at last
Will crown thy hope, or fix thy fear.
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