But were thy years green, as now be mine,
To other delights they would incline:
Then wouldest thou learn to carol of love,
And hery with hymns thy lass's glove;
Then wouldest thou pipe of Phillis' praise;
But Phillis is mine for many days;
I won her with a girdle of gelt,
Embost with bugle about the belt:
Such an one shepheards would make full fain;
Such an one would make thee young again.