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Emb. 15. Book III.
At other times he complains of the shortness of life, and in strains equally pathetic.
My glass is half unspent; forbear t’arrest
My thriftless day too soon: my poor request
Is that my glass may run but out the rest.
My time-devoured minutes will be done
Without thy help; see—see how swift they run:
Cut not my thread before my thread be spun.
The gain’s not great I purchase by this stay;