My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
네이버 룰렛 게임 So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time’s furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live,as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O!therefore love,be of thyself so wary
As I,not for myself,but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart,which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
Thou gav’st me thine not to give back again.