To William Roe

LXX. — 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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