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12. To young Maides, translated out the 3. lib. De Arte Amandi.
Think often on old Age, and it's decayes,And so you will not lose your flourishing dayes.
Whil'st you enjoy fit years, young wenches, play:
For years like speedy waters steal away.
Past streams will never be cal'd back again:
Nor will an hour return, though spent in vain.
Use youth, for it quickly away doth pass,
And time to come's not as the former was.
Thus far the Roman Poet. But alas
That book the cause of his exilement was:
And (if you follow the advise h'ath given)
'Twil work you a worse banishment from Heaven.
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