There's Nothing Grieves Me, But That Age Should Haste

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Title:     There's Nothing Grieves Me, But That Age Should Haste
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste,
That in my days I may not see thee old,
That where those two clear sparkling eyes are plac'd,
Only two loop-holes, then I might behold.
That lovely, arched, ivory, polish'd brow,
Defac'd with wrinkles, that I might but see;
Thy dainty hair, so curl'd, and crisped now,
Like grizzled moss upon some aged tree;
Thy cheek, now flush with roses, sunk, and lean,
Thy lips, with age, as any wafer thin,
Thy pearly teeth out of thy head so clean,
That when thou feed'st, thy nose shall touch thy Chin:
These lines that now thou scorn'st, which should delight thee,
Then would I make thee read, but to despite thee.

[The end]
Michael Drayton's poem: There's Nothing Grieves Me, But That Age Should Haste

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