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PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE ARE NOW ALIKE PAINFUL TO HIM.
Life passes quick, nor will a moment stay, / And death with hasty journeys still draws near; / And all the present joins my soul to tear, / With every past and every future day: / And to look back or forward, so does prey / On this distracted breast, that sure I swear, / Did I not to myself some pity bear, / I were e'en now from all these thoughts away.