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[Lett not Oulde age disgrace my hye desyer]

Lett not Oulde age disgrace my hye desyer,
O heavenly sowle in humane shape conteynde?
Oulde wood inflamde dothe yeelde the bravest fyer,
When younger dothe in smoake his vertue spende.
Ne let white hayers, (whiche on my face dothe growe,)
Seeme to youre eyes, of a Disgracefull hewe,
Synce Whitenes dothe present the sweetest showe,
Whiche makes, all eyes do honor unto yow.
Oulde age ys wyse and full of Constant truthe,
Oulde age well stayde, from raunging Honor lives,
Oulde age hathe knowne what ever was in youthe,
Oulde age orecome the greater Honor gives.
And to oulde age, since yow youre self aspyer,
Let not Oulde age disgrace my hye desyer?