Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To a Gentlewoman, Objecting to Him His Gray Hairs

Am I despised, because you say;
And I dare swear, that I am gray?
Know, Lady, you have but your day!
And time will come when you shall wear
Such frost and snow upon your hair;
And when, though long, it comes to pass,
You question with your looking-glass,
And in that sincere crystal seek
But find no rose-bud in your cheek,
Nor any bed to give the shew
Where such a rare carnation grew:-
Ah!  then too late, close in your chamber keeping,
It will be told
That you are old,—
By those true tears you're weeping.

1. Upon Love: By Way of Question and Answer
2. Lovers How They Come and Part
3. Orpheus
4. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis
5. The Bag of the Bee

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