Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O my love, my love is young! Age, I do defy thee; O sweet shepherd, hie thee! For methinks thou stay'st too long. My glass shall not persuade me I am old. My glass shall not persuade me I am old, As I, not for myself, but for thee will; Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain; Sigh no more, ladies. I. SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never : But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey, nonny, nonny. E.CIANS.-C. |