Cull out amongst the multitude
Of lovers, seeking to intrude
Into your favor, one that may
Last for an age, not for a day.
For when the storms of time have moved
Waves on that cheek, now so beloved,
When a fair lady’s face has pined,
And yellow spread, where red once shined,
When beauty, youth, and all sweets leave her.
Love may return, but lovers never.