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ANACREONS Ode Englished.
Away, away, AnacreonAway, away, Anacreon, (now women say) thou'rt old and done; Read thine owne glasse, and there thoul't see, not one haire left to credit thee: That head of thine (stript of its Robe) look's like a bald unwritten Globe. Whether my hayre doe come or goe, I cannot tell; but this I know, an old man more should cheere his heart, as hee drawes neerer to depart; That his last breath be crown'd and blest, not in a sigh, but with a jest.
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