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Not mine^| own fears, nor | the prophet|ic soul
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Of the / wide world,| dreaming | on things | to
come,
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Can yet | the lease | of my / true love |
control,
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Supposed | as for|feit to | a confin|ed doom.
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The mort|al moon | hath^her | eclipse | endured,
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And the / sad aug|urs mock | their own | presage;
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Incert|ainties | now* crown | themselves |
assured,
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And peace | proclaims | olives | of end|less age.
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Now with | the drops | of this most bal|my
time,
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My love looks fresh,| and Death | to me | subscribes,
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Since spite of him | I'll live | in this
poor rhyme,
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While he | insults | ore dull | and speech|less
tribes:
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And thou | in this | shalt find | thy mon|ument,
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When tyr|ants' crests | and tombs | of brass |
are spent.