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'Poor broken glass, I often did behold (1759)

In thy sweet semblance my old age new born; (1760)

But now that fair fresh mirror, dim and old, (1761)

Shows me a bare-boned death by time outworn: (1762)

O, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn,
And shiver'd all the beauty of my glass, (1764)

That I no more can see what once I was!

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