A Song

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. From Britannia's Pastorals.