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This twilight of two years, not past, nor next, / Some emblem is of me, or I of this; / Who-meteor-like, of stuff and form perplex'd, / Whose what and where in disputation is- / If I should call me anything, should miss.
I sum the years, and me, and find me not / Debtor to th' old, nor creditor to th' new. / That cannot say, "My thanks I have forgot," / Nor trust I this with hopes; and yet scarce true / This bravery is, since these times show'd me you.