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fair and lovely bloom the flowers of youth ; On men and maids they beautifully smile :
But soon comes doleful eld, who, void of ruth, Indifferently afflicts the fair and vile :
Then cares wear out the heart ; old eyes forlorn Scarce reck the very           to behold ——
Unloved by youths, of every maid the scorn So hard a lot God lays upon the old.