William Shakespeare

“ Fair was the morn, when the fair Queen of love,
Paler for sorrow than her milk-white Dove,
For Adons sake, a youngster proud and wild,
Her stand she takes upon a steep up hill.
Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds,
She silly Queen, with more than loves good will,
Forbad the boy he should not pass those grounds,
Once (quoth she) did I see a fair sweet youth
Here in these brakes, deep wounded with a Boar,
Deep in the thigh a spectacle of ruth,
See in my thigh, quoth she, here was the sore,
⁠She shewed hers; he saw more wounds than one,
⁠And blushing fled, and left her all alone. ”

“ Crabbed age and youth cannot live together,
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care,
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather,
Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, Ages breath is short,
Youth is nimble, Age is lame,
Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold,
Youth is wild, and Age is tame.
⁠Age I do abhor thee, Youth I do adore thee,
⁠O my love, my love is young. ”

“ Beauty is but a vain and doubtful Good,
A shining glosse, that vadeth sodainly,
A flower that dies, when first it gins to bud,
A brittle glasse, thats broken presently.
⁠A doubtful good, a glosse, a glasse, a flower,
⁠Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an houre.
And as goods lost, are seld or never found,
As vaded glosse no rubbing will refresh:
As flowers dead, lie withered on the ground,
As broken glasse no symant can redress. ”