Let them not to the marriage of old maids
Rain down sentiments. Love's still quite love
Which alters with the feeble minds--
It bends with the reprover to reprove:
Oh yes, it is an ever-fixed rule
That looks on singles and is ever shaken.
That views old teachers in the school
And winks at liberties half-taken.
Love is Time's fool, when withered lips and cheeks
Within his virgin circle's compass come:
Love alters much o'er hours and weeks
And fadeth out to the edge of doom.
If this be the truth, and my mind is prov'd,
I am a wit that no man ever lov'd.