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All things within this fading world hath end,Adversity doth still our joyes attend;No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,But with death's parting blow is sure to meet.The sentence past is most irrevocable,A common thing, yet oh inevitable.How soon, my Dear, death may my steps attend,How soon't may be thy Lot to lose thy friend,We are both ignorant, yet love bids meThese farewell lines to recommend to thee,