As every present time doth boast itself
Above a better gone, so must thy [grave]
Give way to what's seen now! Sir, you yourself
Have said and writ so, but your writing now
Is colder [than] that theme, 'She had not been,
Nor was not to be equall'd;'—thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once: 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,
To say [you have] seen a better.
Gent. Pardon, madam:
The one I have almost forgot,—your pardon,—