
时间:1976-01-01
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His golden locks time hath to silver turned
O time too swift
O swiftness never ceasing:
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned
But spurned in vain
Youth waneth by increasing
Beauty
Strength
Youth are flowers but fading seen
Duty
Faith
Love are roots
And ever green
Beauty
Strength
Youth are flowers but fading seen
Duty
Faith
Love are roots
And ever green
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees
And lovers' sonnets turn to holy psalms
A man at arms must now serve on his knees
And feed on prayers which are age's alms
But though from court to cottage he depart
His saint is sure of his unspotted heart
But though from court to cottage he depart
His saint is sure of his unspotted heart
And when he saddest sits in homely cell
He'll teach his swains this carol for a song:
Blest be the hearts that wish my sov'reign well
Curst be the soul that think her any wrong
Goddess
Allow this aged man his right
To be your beadsman now
That was your knight
Goddess
Allow this aged man his right
To be your beadsman now
That was your knight