Thought.

Thought.Haplywhen age has silver’d o’er my hair,Malice may learn to scorn so mean a spoil;Envy may slight a face no longer fair;And Pity, welcome to a kindlier soil.

Thought.Haplywhen age has silver’d o’er my hair,Malice may learn to scorn so mean a spoil;Envy may slight a face no longer fair;And Pity, welcome to a kindlier soil.

Haplywhen age has silver’d o’er my hair,Malice may learn to scorn so mean a spoil;Envy may slight a face no longer fair;And Pity, welcome to a kindlier soil.

Haplywhen age has silver’d o’er my hair,Malice may learn to scorn so mean a spoil;Envy may slight a face no longer fair;And Pity, welcome to a kindlier soil.

Haplywhen age has silver’d o’er my hair,Malice may learn to scorn so mean a spoil;Envy may slight a face no longer fair;And Pity, welcome to a kindlier soil.

Haplywhen age has silver’d o’er my hair,

Malice may learn to scorn so mean a spoil;

Envy may slight a face no longer fair;

And Pity, welcome to a kindlier soil.

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