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Poem by William Creech

To A Gentleman Who Complained Of Having Lost His Gold Watch

Fret not, my friend, or peevish say
    Your fate is worse than common;
For Gold takes wings and flies away,
    And Time will stay for no man.

William Creech

William Creech's other poems:
  1. To the Author of the Essay on Nothing, Who Was Remarkably Thin and Slender
  2. A Receipt For Happiness

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