William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)
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Nay, bid me not my cares to leave, Who cannot from their shadow flee. I do but win a short reprieve, 'Scaping to pleasure and to thee. I may, at best, a moment's grace, And grant of liberty, obtain; Respited for a little space, To go back into bonds again.
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