2.

Go! dash the roses from thy brow—

Grey hairs but poorly wreathe with them;

Youth's garlands misbecome thee now,

More than thy very diadem,[nh]

Where thou hast tarnished every gem:—

Then throw the worthless bauble by,

Which, worn by thee, ev'n slaves contemn;

And learn like better men to die!

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