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First Line: Though you are young and I am old
Last Line: Thou fool! To-morrow thou must die!'
Subject(s): Carpe Diem; Youth


THOUGH you are young, and I am old,
Though your veins hot, and my blood cold,
Though youth is moist, and age is dry;
Yet embers live, when flames do die.

The tender graft is easily broke,
But who shall shake the sturdy oak?
You are more fresh and fair than I;
Yet stubs do live when flowers do die.

Thou, that thy youth doth vainly boast,
Know buds are soonest nipped with frost:
Think that thy fortune still doth cry,
'Thou fool! to-morrow thou must die!'





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