English poem

On A Very Old Glass At Market-Hill

Frail glass! thou mortal art as well as I; Though none can tell which of us first shall die. ANSWERED EXTEMPORE BY DR. SWIFT We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature, May'st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature.

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