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'Then, childish fear, avaunt! debating, die! (275)

Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age! (276)

My heart shall never countermand mine eye: (277)

Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage; (278)

My part is youth, and beats these from the stage:
Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize; (280)

Then who fears sinking where such treasure lies?'

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