The present moment is in my litthe hand,
Future is uncertain so I haven't planned.
Bygone days are over and closed its door,
Let's live in present there's lots to explore,
...
Hence vain deluding joyes,
The brood of folly without father bred,
How little you bested,
Or fill the fixèd mind with all your toyes;
Dwell in som idle brain,
And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,
As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams,
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