The Secular Masque
Enter
US Chronos,
Chronos, mend thy pace, An hundred times the rolling sun Around the radiant belt has run In his revolving race
Behold, behold, the goal in sight, Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight
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Enter
US Chronos,
Chronos, mend thy pace, An hundred times the rolling sun Around the radiant belt has run In his revolving race
Behold, behold, the goal in sight, Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight
Why Gentlemen, doe you know what you doe
ha
Would you ha'kept me out
Christmas, old Christmas