Time rifles Natures beauty, but slye Arte
Repaires by cunninge this decayinge parte.
55Fills here a wrinckle, and there purles a veyne,
And with a nimble hand runs o're againe
The breaches dented in by th'arme of time,
And makes Deformity to be no crime.
As when great men be grip't by sicknes hand,
60Industrious Physicke pregnantly doth stand
To patch up foule diseases, and doth strive
To keepe theire totteringe Carcasses alive.