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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Aged Lover Renounceth Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 I loathe that I did love,<br>2 In youth that I thought sweet;<br>3 As time requires for my behove,<br>4 Me thinks they are not meet.<br>5 My lusts they do me leave,<br>6 My fancies all be fled,<br>7 And tract of time begins to weave<br>8 Gray hairs upon my head.<br>9 For age, with stealing steps,<br>10 Hath clawed me with his crutch,<br>11 And lusty life away she leaps<br>12 As there had been none such.<br>13 My muse doth not delight<br>14 Me as she did before,<br>15 My hand and pen are not in plight<br>16 As they have been of yore.<br>17 For reason me denies<br>18 This youthly idle rhyme,<br>19 And day by day to me she cries,<br>20 Leave off these toys in time.<br>21 The wrinkles in my brow,<br>22 The furrows in my face,<br>23 Say limping age will hedge him now<br>24 Where youth must give him place.<br>25 The harbinger of death,<br>26 To me I see him ride;<br>27 The cough, the cold, the gasping breath,<br>28 Doth bid me to provide<br>29 A pickaxe and a spade,<br>30 And eke a shrouding sheet;<br>31 A house of clay for to be made<br>32 For such a guest most meet.<br>33 Me thinks I hear the clerk<br>34 That knolls the careful knell,<br>35 And bids me leave my woeful work<br>36 Ere nature me compel.<br>37 My keepers knit the knot<br>38 That youth did laugh to scorn,<br>39 Of me that clean shall be forgot<br>40 As I had not been born.<br>41 Thus must I youth give up,<br>42 Whose badge I long did wear;<br>43 To them I yield the wanton cup<br>44 That better may it bear.<br>45 Lo, here the bared skull<br>46 By whose bald sign I know<br>47 That stooping age away shall pull<br>48 Which youthful years did sow.<br>49 For beauty, with her band,<br>50 These crooked cares hath wrought,<br>51 And shipped me into the land<br>52 From whence I first was brought.<br>53 And ye that bide behind,<br>54 Have ye none other trust;<br>55 As ye of clay were cast by kind,<br>56 So shall ye waste to dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Lord+Vaux">Thomas Lord Vaux</a><div class=q>
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2 In youth that I thought sweet;
3 As time requires for my behove,
4 Me thinks they are not meet.
5 My lusts they do me leave,
6 My fancies all be fled,
7 And tract of time begins to weave
8 Gray hairs upon my head.
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