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ON HIMSELFE (12) by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: A WEARIED PILGRIM, I HAVE WANDERED HERE
Last Line: THEIR ENDS FOR PLEASURE, DO NOT LIVE, BUT LAST.
Subject(s): PLEASURE;
A wearied Pilgrim, I have wandred here
Twice five and twenty (bate me but one yeer)
Long I have lasted in this world; (tis true)
But yet those yeers that I have liv'd, but few.
Who by his gray Haires, doth his lusters tell,
Lives not those yeers, but he that lives them well.
One man has reatch't his sixty yeers, but he
Of all those three-score, has not liv'd halfe three:
He lives, who lives to virtue: men who cast
Their ends for Pleasure, do not live, but last.



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