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To Mrs. Dunlop.
This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; / To run the twelvemonth's length again: / I see, the old bald-pated fellow, / With ardent eyes, complexion sallow, / Adjust the unimpair'd machine, / To wheel the equal, dull routine.