Love in Thy Youth, Fair Maid; Be Wise

Love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise, Old Time will make thee colder,And though each morning new arise Yet we each day grow older.Thou as heaven art fair and young, Thine eyes like twin stars shining:But ere another day be sprung, All these will be declining.Then winter comes with all his fears And all thy sweets shall borrow;Too late then wilt thou shower thy tears, And I too late shall sorrow.