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I. WHEN you shall see me in the toils of Time, / My lauded beauties carried off from me, / My eyes no longer stars as in their prime, / My name forgot of Maiden Fair and Free;
When in your being heart concedes to mind, / And judgment, though you scarce its process know, / Recalls the excellencies I once enshrined, / And you are irked that they have withered so: