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For the present, we part,—I will hope not for ever;

For time and regret will restore you at last:

To forget our dissension we both should endeavour,

I ask no atonement, but days like the past.

DAMŒTASDAMÆTAS [sic].

law an infant, and in years a boy,

In mind a slave to every vicious joy;

From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd,

In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend;

Vers'd in hypocrisy, while yet a child;

Fickle as wind, of inclinations wild;

Woman his dupe, his heedless friend a tool;

Old in the world, though scarcely broke from school;

DamœtasDamætas [sic] ran through all the maze of sin,

And found the goal, when others just begin: