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The golden chain, too, and the civic crown. _Conscripts_, "patres conscripti," aldermen. 467. TO BLOSSOMS. Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here a while, To blush and gently smile; And go at last. What! were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good-night? 'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you a while, they glide Into the grave. 468. MAN'S DYING-PLACE UNCERTAIN. Man knows where first he ships himself, but he Never can tell where shall his landing be. 469. NOTHING FREE-COST. Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat. 470. FEW FORTUNATE. Many we are, and yet but few possess Those fields of everlasting happiness. 471. TO PERENNA. How long, Perenna, wilt thou see Me languish for the love of thee? Consent, and play a friendly part To save, when thou may'st kill a heart. 472. TO THE LADIES. Trust me, ladies, I will do Nothing to distemper you; If I any fret or vex, Men they shall be, not your sex. 473. THE OLD WIVES' PRAYER. Holy rood, come forth and shield Us i' th' city and the field: Safely guard us, now and aye, From the blast that burns by day; And those sounds that us affright In the dead of dampish night. Drive all hurtful fiends us fro, By the time the cocks first crow. 475. UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE. Thus I Pass by, And die: As one Unknown And gone: I'm made A shade, And laid I' th' grave: There have My cave, Where tell I dwell. Farewell. 476. THE WASSAIL. Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. May both with manchet stand replete; Your larders, too, so hung with meat, That though a thousand, thousand eat, Yet, ere twelve moons shall whirl about Their silv'ry spheres, there's none may doubt But more's sent in than was
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