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"I, that please some, try all; both joy and terror / Of good and bad; that make and unfold error / Now take upon me, in the name of Time / To use my wings. Impute it not a crime / To me or my swift passage, that I slide / O'er years."
Who speaks thus? 'Tis an old man whom I know too well. It is Time.