Be not proud, but now incline <br />Your soft ear to discipline; <br />You have changes in your life, <br />Sometimes peace, and sometimes strife; <br />You have ebbs of face and flows, <br />As your health or comes or goes; <br />You have hopes, and doubts, and fears, <br />Numberless as are your hairs; <br />You have pulses that do beat <br />High, and passions less of heat; <br />You are young, but must be old:-- <br />And, to these, ye must be told, <br />Time, ere long, will come and plow <br />Loathed furrows in your brow: <br />And the dimness of your eye <br />Will no other thing imply, <br />But you must die <br />As well as I.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-changes-to-corinna/
