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And only for a minute made to be |
Eager, desires to raise posterity. |
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Since so, my mind |
Shall not desire what no man else can find, |
I'll no more dote and run |
To pursue things which had endammag'd me. |
And when I come where moving beauties be, |
As men do when the Summer Sun |
Grows great, |
Though I admire their greatness, shun their heat; |
Each place can afford shadows. If all fail, |
'Tis but applying wormfeed to the Tail. |
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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems, elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |