When thou thy youth shalt view
Fum'd out, and hate thy glass for telling true,
When thy face shall be seen
Like to an Easter Apple gathered green:
When thy whole body shall
Be one foul wrinkle, lame and shrivell'd all,
So deep that men therein
May find a grave to bury shame and sin:
When no claspt youth shall be
Pouring his bones into thy lap and thee:
When thy own wanton fires
Shall leave to bubble up thy loose desires:
Then wilt thou sighing lye,
Repent and smart, and so by two deaths dye.