Coil - Xi. Montecute (civ) lyrics

rate me

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,<br />

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,<br />

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold<br />

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,<br />

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd<br />

In process of the seasons have I seen,<br />

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,<br />

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.<br />

Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,<br />

Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;<br />

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,<br />

Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:<br />

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;<br />

Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.