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O fair! whose cheeks checkmate red eglantine, And draw the game with those fair maids of Chín; You played one glance against the king of Babil And took his pawns, and knights, and rooks, and queen.

Life's caravan is hastening on its way; Brood not on troubles of the coming day, But fill the wine-cup, ere sweet night be gone, And snatch a pleasant moment, while you may.

He, who the world's foundations erst did lay. Doth bruise full many a bosom day by day, And many a ruby lip and musky tress Doth coffin in the earth, and shroud with clay.