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The cricket is in the hall, |
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And the year is drawing to a close. |
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If we do not enjoy ourselves now, |
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The days and months will be leaving us. |
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But let us not go to great excess; |
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Let us first think of the duties of our position; |
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Let us not be wild in our love of enjoyment. |
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The good man is anxiously thoughtful. |
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The cricket is in the hall, |
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And the year is passing away. |
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If we do not enjoy ourselves now, |
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The days and months will have gone. |
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But let us not go to great excess; |
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Let us first send our thoughts beyond the present; |
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Let us not be wild in our love of enjoyment. |
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The good man is ever diligent. |
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The cricket is in the hall, |
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And our carts stand unemployed. |
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If we do not enjoy ourselves now, |
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The days and months will have gone by. |
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But let us not go to an excess; |
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Let us first think of the griefs that may arise; |
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Let us not be wild in our love of enjoyment. |
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The good man is quiet and serene. |
Published
by The Institute for Advanced Technology in the Humanities, © Copyright 2003
by Anne Kinney and the University of Virginia