The man of life upright,/ Whose guiltless heart is free/ From all dishonest deeds/ Or thought of vanity.

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Rose-cheeked Laura, come; / Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's / Silent music, either other/ Sweetly gracing.

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Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.

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Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet; / Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.

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Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.

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The Summer hath his joys, / And Winter his delights. / Though Love and all his pleasures are but toys, / They shorten tedious nights.

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When thou must home to shades of underground, / And there arrived, a new admirèd guest, / The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, / White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest.

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