— TO WILLIAM ROE.
When nature bids us leave to live, 'tis late
Then to begin, my ROE! He makes a state
In life, that can employ it; and takes hold
On the true causes, ere they grow to old.
Delay is bad, doubt worse, depending worst;
Each best day of our life escapes us, first:
Then, since we, more than many, these truths know;
Though life be short, let us not make it so.
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