Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew <br />Whose short refresh upon the tender green <br />Cheers for a time but till the Sun doth show, <br />And straight 'tis gone as it had never been. <br />Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish; <br />Short is the glory of the blushing Rose, <br />The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish <br />Yet which at length thou must be forc'd to lose. <br />When thou surcharg'd with burden of thy years <br />Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth, <br />When Time hath made a passport for thy fears, <br />Dated in age the Kalends of our death-- <br />But, ah, no more: this hath been often told, <br />And women grieve to think they must be old.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-l-beauty-sweet-love/
