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His Age:Dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,Mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus

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Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly
And leave no sound: nor piety,
Or prayers, or vow
Can keep the wrinkle from the brow;
But we must on,
As fate does lead or draw us; none,
None, Posthumus, could e'er decline
The doom of cruel Proserpine.

The pleasing wife, the house, the ground
Must all be left, no one plant found
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M Asim Nehal 30 December 2016
Wow he coal once spent, we'll then to bed, Far more than night bewearied.
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