Fading Beauty

Take Time, my dear, ere Time takes wing:
Beauty knows no second spring.
Marble pillars, tombs of brass,
Time breaks down, much more this glass;
Then ere that tyrant Time bespeak it,
Let 's drink healths in 't first, then break it.
At twenty-five in women's eyes
Beauty does fade, at thirty dies.

Take Time, my dear, ere Time takes wing:
Beauty knows no second spring.
Marble pillars, tombs of brass,
Time breaks down, much more this glass;
Then ere that tyrant Time bespeak it,
Let 's drink healths in 't first, then break it.
At twenty-five in women's eyes
Beauty does fade, at thirty dies.
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