If I were young as I have been,
And you were only gay sixteen,
I would address you as a goddess,
Write loyal cantos to your boddice,
Wish that I were your cap, your shoe,
Or any thing that’s near to you.
But I am old, and you, my fair,
Are somewhat older than you were.
A lover’s language in your hearing
Would sound like irony and jeering.
Once you were fair to all that see,
Now you are only fair to me.
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