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. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
2. The Present; or, The Bag of the Bee
3. The Primrose
4. The Lily in a Crystal
5. The Changes: to Corinna

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