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208 Deep be it quaffed, the magic draught
 * That fills the soul with golden fancies!

For Youth and Pleasance will not stay, And ye are withered, worn, and gray.
 * Ah, well-a-day!

O fair cold face! O form of grace,
 * For human passion madly yearning!

O weary air of dumb despair,
 * From marble won, to marble turning!

“Leave us not thus!” we fondly pray. “We cannot let thee pass away!”
 * Ah, well-a-day!

My First is singular at best:
 * More plural is my Second:

My Third is far the pluralest– So plural-plural, I protest
 * It scarcely can be reckoned!