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Miss Burney and myself and my eldest Daughter were chatting yesterday Evening, and I was regretting the Loss of my Youth; the Girls agreeing that there were no such mighty Reasons for Regret at losing it—they did not appear to enjoy that for which I was sorrowing, & it came into my Head that Youth was the only, thing that the more it was out of Sight the less it was out of mind:— so I sate & wrote before them the following Lines—they would do well enough for a Riddle in the Ladies Diary.

That which still flies us—yet keeps still behind,
That which most out of Sight is most in Mind;
That which is dearest of all earthly Things,
That whose Reverse Disease & Sorrow brings;
That which the King's Revenue cannot buy,
And which the King possesses not—am I.—