For let their everlasting course be done,
They straight corrupt and foul with mud appear.
O ye sweet Nymphs, that beauty's loss do fear,
Contemn the drugs that physic doth devise;
And learn of Love, this dainty exercise.
55.
"See how those flowers, that have sweet beauty too,
The only jewels that the Earth doth wear
When the young Sun in bravery her doth woo)