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Teach how swift the sure decay, 
Which leaves no simple trace behind, 
Steals all glittering charms away, 
Save those which grace the well-stored mind; 
Save the treasures of the heart, 
Youth has little e’er to boast; 
Wisdom, Virtue, ne’er depart 
Though Beauty’s transient spell be lost; 
They still triumph, still engage 
Affection and respect in age. 
