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 FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ;...  The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson - Page 30 by John Milton - 1807 Full view -
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