Poems With the Muses Looking-Glasse. Amyntas. Jealous Lovers. Arystippus. By Tho: Randolph ... The fourth Edition enlarged [by Thomas Randolph] |
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Upon his Picture.
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Upon his Picture.
When age hath made me what I am not now:And every wrinkle tells me where the plow.
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Through every vein, and all my head be snow:
When death displayes his coldnesse in my cheek,
And I, my self in my own Picture seek,
Not finding what I am, but what I was;
In doubt which to beleeve, this, or my glasse:
Yet though I alter, this remains the same
As it was drawn, retains the primitive frame,
And first complexion; here will still be seen
Blood on the cheek, and down upon the chin.
Here the smooth brow will stay, the lively eye,
The ruddy Lip, and hair of youthfull dye.
Behold what frailty we in man may see.
Whose shadow is lesse given to change then he.
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