  1 To-morrow and to-morrow Is but to-day: The world wags but to borrow Time that grows gray:— Grammercy! time's but sorrow And—well away! 2 Since time hales but to sadness And to decay, Men needs wax fools for madness, Laugh, curse, and pray; Death grapples with their badness— The Devil's to pay. |
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