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Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

See The Minutes, How They Run, How Many Make The Hour Full Complete; How Many Hours Bring About The Day; How Many Days Will Finish Up The Year; How Many Years A Mortal Man May Live.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.