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178 And that's a word that names a day that has no more a name. To-morrow, I have learned at last, is all you have to give: The rest will be another's now, as long as I may live. You will see me in the evening?—And what evening has there been, Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin?

When I, poor Lais, with my crown Of beauty could laugh Hellas down, Young lovers crowded at my door, Where now my lovers come no more.

So, Goddess, you will not refuse A mirror that has now no use; For what I was I cannot be, And what I am I will not see.