12.
"True Calendar [ ]
Is for to know what change is near,
Then to assuage
The gripings in the chine by age,
I'll call my young
Iülus to sing such a song
I made upon my mistress' breast;
Or such a blush at such a feast.
13.
"Then shall he read my Lily fine
Entomb'd within a crystal shrine:
My Primrose next:
A piece then of a higher text;
For to beget
In me a more transcendent heat
Than that insinuating fire
Which crept into each reverend Sire,
14.
"When the high Helen her fair cheeks
Showed to the army of the Greeks;
At which I'll rise
(Blind though as midnight in my eyes),
And hearing it,
Flutter and crow, and, in a fit
Of young concupiscence, and feel
New flames within the aged steal.
15.
"Thus frantic, crazy man (God wot),
I'll call to mind the times forgot
And oft between
Sigh out the Times that we have seen!
And shed a tear,
And twisting my Iülus hair,
Doting, I'll weep and say (in truth)
Baucis, these were the sins of youth.
16.
"Then will I cause my hopeful Lad
(If a wild Apple can be had)
To crown the Hearth
(Lar thus conspiring with our mirth);
Next to infuse
Our better beer into the cruse:
Which, neatly spiced, we'll first carouse
Unto the Vesta of the house.