Gentle nymphs, be not refusing,
Love's neglect is Time's abusing,
They and Beauty are but lent you,
Take the one and keep the other;
Love keeps fresh what age doth smother;
Beauty gone, you will repent you.
'Twill be said when ye have proved,
Never swains more truly loved;
Oh then, fly all nice behaviour.
Pity fain would, as her duty,
Be attending still on Beauty,
Let her not be out of favour.
