Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
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(OR A LAYMAN'S FAITH)
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
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Chronos, Chronos, mend thy pace,
An hundred times the rolling sun
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Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
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The longest tyranny that ever swayed, Was that wherein our ancestors betrayed
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You charm'd me not with that fair face
Though it was all divine:
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All human things are subject to decay,
And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey:
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Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,
And the new budding flowers did spring,
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By a dismal cypress lying,
Damon cried, all pale and dying,
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Poets, your subjects have their parts assign'd
To unbend, and to divert their sovereign's mind:
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Ask not the cause why sullen Spring
So long delays her flowers to bear;
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(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd;
Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd:
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Farewell ungrateful traitor,
Farewell my perjured swain,
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Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
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From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
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In pious times, e'er Priest-craft did begin,
Before Polygamy was made a sin;
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AH, how sweet it is to love!
Ah, how gay is young Desire!
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'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son—
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And now 'tis time; for their officious haste,
Who would before have borne him to the sky,
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I FEED a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
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Of all our antic sights and pageantry
Which English idiots run in crowds to see,
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Fair Iris I love, and hourly I die,
But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye:
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After the pangs of a desperate lover,
When day and night I have sighed all in vain,
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Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
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Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,
Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green:
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Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last;
The present age of wit obscures the past:
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Farewell, too little and too lately known,
Whom I began to think and call my own;
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Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest;
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Must noble Hastings immaturely die, The honour of his ancient family,
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With leering looks, bull-faced, and freckled fair, With two left legs, and Judas-coloured hair,
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