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Слушать(AI)Persuasions to Enjoy
If the quick spirits in your eye Now languish and anon must die; If every sweet and every grace Must fly from that forsaken face; Then,
Celia, let us reap our joys Ere Time such goodly fruit destroys. Or if that golden fleece must grow For ever free from agèd snow; If those bright suns must know no shade, Nor your fresh beauties ever fade; Then fear not,
Celia, to bestow What, still being gather'd, still must grow. Thus either Time his sickle brings In vain, or else in vain his wings.
Thomas Carew
Thomas Carew (pronounced as "Carey"[1]) (1595 – 22 March 1640) was an English poet, among the 'Cavalier' group of Caroline poets.
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