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John Wilmot

All my past life is mine no more;
  The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
  By memory alone.

The time that is to come is not;
  How can it then be mine?
The present moment ’s all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
  Phillis, is only thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,
  False hearts, and broken vows;
If I by miracle can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
  ’Tis all that Heaven allows.

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