Age has but one defect — and that's decay :
Your beauty fades not , and your graces stay;
All the dear difference; that your years inspire,
Is ripen'd wisdom , and increase of fire;
Bright'ning, by age , you glow, like gold , in mines ,
That length of time corrodes not , but refines!

Yet from this groundless wrong , you've done your charms ,
Let my instructed wishes catch alarms;
If your time's short — Ah! rob not , while you stay —
Leave the night mine — or, you begloom the day .