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Poem by Thomas Urquhart Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 44. Age meerly depending on the continuall Flux of time, we have very small reason to boast of a long life, already obtained: or be proud of the hope, hereafter to attaine un∣to it THe present time doth fly away so fast, That one can hardly follow't with his mind: The Praeterit's a time already past: And seeing the futur's still to come, we find, Both those being absent, that they are not ours: Although they breed to us no meane vexation, Th'one with the slip'ry thought of ill-spent houres: And th'other, with a carefull expectation. Thomas Urquhart Thomas Urquhart's other poems:
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