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My Friends pray break up now you've Time,
You'll repent if in vain you are told;
Oh, why will not Bucks in their Prime,
Consider they are to grow old?
You'll repent if in vain you are told;
Oh, why will not Bucks in their Prime,
Consider they are to grow old?
When the pale Face of Winter appears,
And each late blossom'd Tree tops with Snow,
Thus our Heads, thinly spread with white Hairs,
Life's last wintry Evening will show.
And each late blossom'd Tree tops with Snow,
Thus our Heads, thinly spread with white Hairs,
Life's last wintry Evening will show.
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Like the Maim'd from long dreadful Campaigns
You are mark'd, by Debauch, full of Scars,
Sunken Eyes, feeble Hams, bloodless Veins,
Palsy shaking, and seiz'd by Catarrhs:
You are mark'd, by Debauch, full of Scars,
Sunken Eyes, feeble Hams, bloodless Veins,
Palsy shaking, and seiz'd by Catarrhs:
Then Toothless ye mump, and ye moan,
Your shrivel'd Cheeks twisting about,
Ye mumble, ye grumble, and groan,
Then die as a Candle goes out.
Your shrivel'd Cheeks twisting about,
Ye mumble, ye grumble, and groan,
Then die as a Candle goes out.
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