If you’ll be civil, I will liberal be;
Witness the list of what I’ll give to thee.
First then, I here make o’er, for good and aye,
All youthful fancies, whether bright or gay.
Beauties and graces, too, might be resigned,
But much I fear they would be hard to find;
For ’gainst your daddy Time they could not stand,
Nor bear the grip of his relentless hand.
But there’s my skin, which you may further crinkle,
And write your name, at length, on ev’ry wrinkle.