Love in Thy Youth, Fair Maid

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.