My merry, merry, merry roundelayConcludes with Cupid’s curse:They that do change old love for new,Pray gods, they change for worse!
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 encreasing. Polyhymnia (1590)