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This day, whate'er the Fates decree, / Shall still be kept with joy by me; / This day, then, let us not be told / That you are sick, and I grown old, / Nor think on our approaching ills, / And talk of spectacles and pills; / To-morrow will be time enough / To hear such mortifying stuff. /
Yet, since from reason may be brought / A better and more pleasing thought, / Which can, in spite of all decays, / Support a few remaining days: / From not the gravest of divines / Accept for once some serious lines.