TO Mr. William Blackbourn. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 144-146. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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TO Mr. William Blackbourn . Life flies too fast to be Wasted . 1703. Quae tegit canas modo Bruma valles Sole vicinos jaculante montes Deteget rursum — Casimir . Lib. 2. Od. 2. I. MARK , how it Snows ! how fast the Vally fills ? And the sweet Groves the hoary Garment wear ; Yet the Warm Sun-Beams bounding from the Hills Shall melt the Vail away , and the young Green appear . II . But when Old Age has drop't upon your Head Her Silver Frost , there's no returning Sun ; Swift rolls our Autumn , swift our Summer's fled , When Youth , and Love , and Spring , and Golden Joys are gone . III . Then Cold , and Winter , and your Aged Snow Stick fast upon you ; not the rich Array , Nor the Green Garland , nor the Rosy Bough Shall cancel or conceal the Melancholy Gray . IV . The Chase of Pleasure is not worth the Pains , While the Bright Sands of Health run wasting down , And Honour calls you from the softer Scenes To sell the gaudy Hour for Ages of Renown . V. 'Tis but one Youth and short that we can have , And one Old Age dissolves our feeble Frame ; But there's a Heavenly Art t' elude the Grave , And with the Heroe-Race Immortal Kindred claim . VI . The Man that has his Countries Sacred Tears To drop upon his Herse , has liv'd his Day : Thus , BLACKBOURN , we should leave our Names our Heirs ; Old Time and waning Moons sweep all the rest away .