Classic Poem

Gentle nymphs, be not refusing,
Love's neglect is time's abusing,
They and beauty are but lent you,
Take the one and keep the other:
Love keeps fresh what age doth smother;
Beauty gone you will repent you.

'Twill be said when ye have provid,
Never swains more truly loveid:
Oh, then fly all nice behaviour.
Pity fain would, as her duty,
Be attending still on beauty,
Let her not be out of favour.