Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may;
More quotes by John Conington
Blest pair! if aught my verse avail,
No day shall make your memory fail
From off the heart of time.
O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,
Why make such game of this poor life of ours?
E'en here the tear of pity springs,
And hearts are touched by human things.
Then come the clamour and the blare,
And shouts and clarions rend the air.
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