1 Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
2 Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
3 The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
4 And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
5 The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
6 Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
7 Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
8 Time's thievish progress to eternity.
9 Look, what thy memory can not contain
10 Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
11 Those children nurs'd, deliver'd from thy brain,
12 To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
13 These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
14 Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.
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