How can you view within your glass, an end?
When beauty yours, bestowed another make,
What godly blessed in you have gracious send;
By form, what substance yours had then remake,
That one be two and two - your beauty's sight;
Suffice your lens revise the mirror's gloom;
To view your years rewind and youth's delight;
As you're to beauty as your kin do bloom.
But worry not that I can't claim the same;
How pretty more your gift to give than mine,
For shame on time if your decrease, became;
Depriving dwelling eyes, your beauty's line:
Tho' I will wither 'round the clockwise bend
That you shall not, makes time a sweeter friend!