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ODE XIX.

The Poet hinteth to Artists the Value of Time.

The man condemn'd on Tyburn-tree to swing,
Deems such a show, a very dullish thing;
He'd rather a spectator be, I ween
Than the sad actor in the scene.
He blames the law's too rigid resolution:
If with a beef-steak stomach—in his prime,
Lord, with what rev'rence he looks on time!
And most of all—the hour of execution!

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And as the cart doth to the tree advance,
How wondrous willing to postpone the dance!
Believe me, time's of monstrous use;
But, ah! how subject to abuse!
It seems that with him, folks were often cloy'd:
I do pronounce it, time's a public good,
Just like a youthful beauty—to be woo'd,
Made much of, and be properly enjoy'd.
Time's sand is wonderfully small;
It slips between the fingers in a hurry:
Therefore, on each young artist let me call,
To prize it as an Indian does his curry ;
Whether his next rare exhibition be
Amidst the great R. A.'s—or on a tree.
 

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