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, 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, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey, nonny, nonny. E.CANS.-C. |