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the cryes of new born children are as the Prologue; our false hopes, our vain joys, our fierce distractions are as the Musich that divides the Acts: Time holds the glass, and when the last sand is fallen, death strikes the Epilogue, and the Play is done. |
the cries of new born children Are as the Prologue; our false hope's, our vain Joys, our fierce distractions Are as the Musich that divides the Acts: Time holds the glass, and when the last sand is fallen, death strikes the Epilogue, and the Play is done. |
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