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and that here, as oft, it would be more haste less speed.

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'Hence shalt thou quickly to the watery vast;

and that here, as oft, it would be more haste less speed.

'And there, ere many days be overpast,

and that here, as oft, it would be more haste less speed.

'Disabled age shall seize thee; and even then

and that here, as oft, it would be more haste less speed.

'Thou shalt not go the way of aged men;

'But live and wither, cripple and still breathe

'Ten hundred years: which gone, I then bequeath

'Thy fragile bones to unknown burial.

'Adieu, sweet love, adieu!'- As shot stars fall,

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