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On Time

January 22, 2010


Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping howrs, Whose speed is but the heavy plummets pace; And glut thy self with what thy womb devours, Which is no more then what is false and vain, And meerly mortal dross; So little is our loss, So little is┬áthy gain. […]

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