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My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain:
The day is past...
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Chidiock Tichborne (1558-1586), British poet. Tichborne's Elegy (l. 1-6). . .
Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermo...
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