Love's Dialect or; Poeticall Varieties; Digested Into a Miscelanie of various fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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The complaint of an old Lady for the losse of her beauty.
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The complaint of an old Lady for the losse of her beauty.
Age (Beauties tyrant) why dost thou,Furrowe my brow?
With what poyson hast thou made,
My Lillies fade;
What strange colour is this hayre
That I weare?
Oh for love's sake tak't away,
Tis to gray;
In my cheekes no Roses grow,
Bud or blow;
But are gone, for ever gone,
Every one;
In my eyes no Cupids dance
To advance
The bravery of Appetite
To delight;
I to Venus shrine will goe
With my woe,
And declare unto her all
My beauties fall;
There complaine that crooked Age
Full of rage,
Hath for ever banished
White and red;
So perhaps I may obtaine
Allagaine.
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To her Cell;
But if not, most sure I shall
Ruin'd fall;
For when beauty is away
All's but Clay,
Fickle feature growes but brave
For a Grave,
Where the beauty most repleate
Wormes will eate.
Go then Beauty be not seene
But in Virgin's at sixteene,
When they are as old as I
Let their Beauty fading dye,
Tis an age for to decline
To our graves, not Venus shrine.
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