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Jealous, and with love o'erflowing,
God demands a fervent heart;
Grace and bounty still bestowing,
Calls us to a grateful part

It is time that beats in the breast and it is
That batters against the mind, silent and proud,
The mind that knows it is destroyed by time
Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a

Let such pure hate still underprop Our love, that we may be Each other's conscience,
And have our sympathy Mainly from thence
We'll one another treat like gods,
And all the faith we have In virtue and in truth, bestow On either, and...