The Lover Pleads with His Friend for Old Friends
| Though you are in your shining days, |
| Voices among the crowd |
| And new friends busy with your praise, |
| Be not unkind or proud, |
| But think about old friends the most: |
| Time’s bitter flood will rise, |
| Your beauty perish and be lost |
| For all eyes but these eyes. |
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