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- Age overtakes us all;
- Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin,
- Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time.
- Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.
THEOCRITUS, "The Love of Thyonichus"
They must try who would succeed.
THEOCRITUS, "The Two Ladies of Syracuse"
Ne'er boast; for beauty is a dream that fades.
THEOCRITUS, "A Countryman's Wooing"
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