There is no never-ending drink nor smoke
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Nor ever-lasting lip for either either;
Lilies wilt and lovers' vows are broke
As lovers light on legs a little lither.
Sleep, while sleep has dreams, 'll wake and quit
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'Til sleep is all; all song-bird song 'll cease;
Cook'd dinner-goose 'll rot 'r else't 's bit
Then swallow'd, then its scent 'll stop to please.
Yet some things stay for lengthy, happy whiles
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Whilst yet the doomèd senses still detect,
And roasted geese give starvèd stomachs smiles
But heavy-stuffèd ones take less effect:
So though all Earth is barr'ling tow'rd its Sun,
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Know many meals may cloy before being done!