Time

 Y E appetites of Youth , I thank you now !
That as your vassal I no more shall bow;
No more am rack'd upon your bed of Pain,
Or feel the insult of a Tyrant's chain.

 A little space the wings of Time disclose,
To lay the tortur'd bosom in repose;
My life has been the dupe of gay deceit;
Before the curtain falls, I'll spurn the cheat .
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