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Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
Time was when genius was more precious than gold, but
now to have nothing is monstrous barbarism.
Let others praise the ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.
Beauty's a fragile boon, and the years are quick to destroy it,
Always diminished with time, never enduring too long.
Violet's always fade, and the bloom departs from the lily;
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.
Tis not always in a physician's power to cure the sick; at times the disease is stronger than trained art.
You start in April and cross to the time of May
One has you as it leaves, one as it comes
Since the edges of these months are yours and defer
To you, either of them suits your praises.
The Circus continues and the theatre's lauded palm,
Let this song, too, join the Circus spectacle.
As wave is driven by wave
And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead,
So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows,
Always, for ever and new. What was before
Is left behind; what never was is now;
And every passing moment is renewed.
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