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 * And when (though long, it comes to pass)
 * You question with your looking-glass;
 * And in that sincere crystal seek,
 * But find no rose-bud in your cheek:
 * Nor any bed to give the show
 * Where such a rare carnation grew.

Ah! then too late, close in your chamber keeping,
 * It will be told
 * That you are old,

By those true tears y'are weeping.

'mongst my many poems I can see One only worthy to be wash'd by thee, I live for ever, let the rest all lie In dens of darkness or condemn'd to die.

Cedars, oil of cedar was used for preserving manuscripts (carmina linenda cedro. Hor. Ars Poet., 331.)

like a gipsy lately came,
 * And did me much importune

To see my hand, that by the same
 * He might foretell my fortune.

He saw my palm, and then, said he,
 * I tell thee by this score here,