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MEMENTO MORI.

Poor the pleasure
Doled out by measure,
Sweet tho' it be, while brief
As falling of the leaf;
Poor is pleasure
By weight and measure.

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Sweet the sorrow
Which ends tomorrow;
Sharp tho' it be and sore,
It ends for evermore:
Zest of sorrow,
What ends tomorrow.