Xi Montecute (civ) Lyrics

Xi Montecute (civ) lyrics

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your
eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have
from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to
yellow autumn turn'd
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three
April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh,
which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal
from his figure and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks
still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
     For
fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
     Ere you were born was
beauty's summer dead.