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TO TIME.

O time, 'tis childish, let me say,
To give, then take a grace away;
The damsel from her charms to sever,
So pleas'd to keep them all for ever.

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When Cynthia tires with conqu'ring hearts
And says, ‘O Time, receive my darts;’
Her beauties are a lawful prize—
Then take the lightnings of her eyes.
Pluck all the roses from her cheek,
And root the lilies from her neck;
Her dimples seize, her smile, her air,
And with them make a thousand fair.