The Poems of Robert Fergusson | ||
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[Since brightest beauty soon must fade]
[I]
Since brightest beauty soon must fade,That in life's spring so long has roll'd,
And wither in the drooping shade,
E'er it return to native mould:
II
Ye virgins, seize the fleeting hour,In time catch Cytherea's joy,
Ere age your wonted smiles deflower,
And hopes of love and life annoy.
The Poems of Robert Fergusson | ||