THE Day's grown old, the fainting Sun
Has but a little way to run,
And yet his steeds, with all his skill,
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AWAY to the brook,
All your tackle out look,
Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing;
See that all things be right,
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WHEN, Coelia, must my old day set,
And my young morning rise
In beams of joy so bright as yet
Ne'er bless'd a lover's eyes?
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WHY, let is run! who bids it stay?
Let us the while be merry;
Time there in water creeps away,
With us it posts in sherry.
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THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep
With the fair princess of the deep,
Whose bosom is his cool retreat,
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THE Day grows hot, and darts his rays
From such a sure and killing place,
That half this World are fain to fly
The danger of his burning eye.
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THE cock has crow'd an hour ago,
'Tis time we now dull sleep forego;
Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd,
And Labour's overcome by rest.
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