Old time, in whose banks we deposit our notes, Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats He keeps all his customers still in arrears By lending them minutes and charging them years
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The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
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Feels the same comfort while his acrid words Turn the sweet milk of kindness into curds.
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Nature, when she invented, manufactured, and patented her authors, contrived to make critics out of the chips that were left.
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A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!
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Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at evening.
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