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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,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate:
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me :
How can I, then, be elder than thou art ?
O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary,

As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary,
As tender nurse her babe, from faring ill.

Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
Thou gav'st me thine, not to give back again.

Sigh no more, ladies.

I.

SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never :
Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey, nonny, nonny.

E.CIANS.-C.

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