Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,
While time still flowers for you,
In its freshest novelty,
Cull, ah cull your bloom:
As it blights this flower, the doom
Of age will blight your beauty.
While time still flowers for you,
In its freshest novelty,
Cull, ah cull your bloom:
As it blights this flower, the doom
Of age will blight your beauty.
Ronsard
