Retire my soule, consider thine estate, And justly summe thy lavish sinnes account. Times deare expence, and costly pleasures rate, How follyes grow, how vanities amount. Write all these down downe, in pale Deathes reckoning tables, Thy dayes will seeme but dreames, thy hopes but fables.
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