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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] |