What's a man's age He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew
Have you found your life distasteful? My life did and does smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I save and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish? When mine fail me, I'll complain. Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.
So, take, and use thy work: Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.