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| PLUCK the fruit and taste the pleasure, | |
| Youthful lordings, of delight; | |
| Whilst occasion gives you seizure, | |
| Feed your fancies and your sight: | |
| After death, when you are gone, | 5 |
| Joy and pleasure is there none. | |
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| Here on earth nothing is stable, | |
| Fortune’s changes well are known; | |
| Whilst as youth doth then enable, | |
| Let your seeds of joy be sown: | 10 |
| After death, when you are gone, | |
| Joy and pleasure is there none. | |
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| Feast it freely with your lovers, | |
| Blithe and wanton sports do fade, | |
| Whilst that lovely Cupid hovers | 15 |
| Round about this lovely shade: | |
| Sport it freely one to one, | |
| After death is pleasure none. | |
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| Now the pleasant spring allureth, | |
| And both place and time invites: | 20 |
| But, alas, what heart endureth | |
| To disclaim his sweet delights? | |
| After death, when we are gone, | |
| Joy and pleasure is there none. | |
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