And one is brass, and another is lead,
And another is white money.
Percy's Reliques—Heir of Linne.
59. You will double your life's fading space,
For he that runs it well, runs twice his race;
And in this true delight,
These unbought sports, this happy state,
You will not fear, nor wish your fate;
But boldly say each night,
"To-morrow let my sun his beams display,