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by: Anacreon (c.572-488 BC)

      FT am I by the women told,
      "Poor Anacreon! thou growest old;
      Look; how thy hairs are falling all;
      Poor Anacreon, how they fall!"--
      Whether I grow old or no,
      By the effects I do not know;
      But this I know, without being told,
      'Tis time to live, if i grow old;
      'Tis time short pleasures now to take,
      Of little life the best to make,
      And manage wisely the last stake.
       
      TRANSLATED BY ABRAHAM COWLEY (1618-1667)

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