Ars longa, vita brevis, iudicium difficile.
TO a lovely Myrtle bound,
Blossoms show’ring all around,
O how sick and weary I
Underneath my Myrtle lie!
Why should I be bound to thee,
O my lovely Myrtle-tree?
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