THY glass will show
thee how thy beauties wear |
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Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; |
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These vacant leaves thy minds imprint
will bear, |
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And of this book this learning mayst thou
taste. |
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The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show |
5 |
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory; |
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Thou by thy dials shady stealth mayst
know |
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Times thievish progress to eternity. |
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Look! what thy memory cannot contain, |
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Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt
find |
10 |
Those children nursed, deliverd from
thy brain, |
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To take a new acquaintance of thy mind. |
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These offices, so oft as thou
wilt look, |
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Shall profit thee and much enrich
thy book. |
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