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merry-make; and the cold Lip I kissd How many Kisses might it takeand give! XXXVIFor in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watchd the Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all obliterated Tongue It murmurdGently, Brother, gently, pray! XXXVIIAh, fill the Cup:what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY, Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet! XXXVIIIOne Moment in Annihilations Waste, One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of NothingOh, make haste! XXXIXHow long, how long, in infinite Pursuit Of This and That endeavour and dispute? Better be merry with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. XLYou know, my Friends, how long since in my House For a new Marriage I did make Carouse: Divorced old Barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. XLIFor Is and Is-NOT though with Rule and Line, |
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