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B. II. Crawls lazily, and hardly wanders on; It loiters still: And now it stirs no more. This is the period few attain; the death Of nature: Thus (so heav'n ordain'd it) life Destroys itself; and could these laws have chang'd, Nestor might now the fates of Troy relate; And Homer live immortal as his song.
 * What does not fade? The tower that long had stood

The crush of thunder, and the warring winds, Shook by the slow but sure destroyer Time, Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base. And flinty pyramids, and walls of brass, Descend; the Babylonian spires are sunk; Achaia, Rome, and Egypt moulder down. Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, Rh