Eternal daylight o'er my head:
When with the rheum,
With cough and ptisick, I consume
Into an heap of cinders: then
The Ages fled I'll call again,
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11.
"And with a tear compare these last
And cold times unto those are past,
While Baucis by
With her lean lips shall kiss them dry
Then will we sit
By the fire, foretelling snow and sleet
And weather by our aches, grown
†Old enough to be our own
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12.
"True Calendar [ ]
Is for to know what change is near,
Then to assuage
The gripings in the chine by age,
I'll call my young
Iülus to sing such a song
I made upon my mistress' breast;
Or such a blush at such a feast.
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13.
"Then shall he read my Lily fine
Entomb'd within a crystal shrine:
My Primrose next:
A piece then of a higher text;
For to beget
