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Слушать(AI)My Midnight Meditation
Ill busi'd man! why should'st thou take such care To lengthen out thy life's short calendar?
When ev'ry spectacle thou lookst upon Presents and acts thy execution.
Each drooping season and each flower doth cry, "Fool! as I fade and wither, thou must die. "The beating of thy pulse (when thou art well) Is just the tolling of thy Passing Bell:
Night is thy Hearse, whose sable Canopy Covers alike deceased day and thee.
And all those weeping dews which nightly fall,
Are but the tears shed for thy funeral."
Henry King
Henry King (1592 – 30 September 1669) was an English poet who served as Bishop of Chichester.
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