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Sonnets: Idea VIII
by Michael DraytonThere's nothing grieves me but that age should haste,
That in my days I may not see thee old;
That where those two clear sparkling eyes are placed,
Only two loopholes that I might behold;
That lovely arch'd ivory-polished brow
Defaced with wrinkles, that I might but see;
Thy dainty hair, so curled and crisp'd now,
Like grizzled moss upon some ag'd tree;
Thy cheek now flush with roses, sunk and lean;
Thy lips, with age as any wafer thin!
Thy pearly teeth out of thy head so clean,
That when thou feed'st thy nose shall touch thy chin!
These lines that now thou scornst, which should delight thee,
Then would I make thee read but to despite thee.