Upon Silvia, a Mistresse
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| See: Hesperides Published 1648. |
(62.) Upon Silvia, a Mistresse
When some shall say, Faire once my Silvia was;
Thou wilt complaine, False now's thy Looking-glasse
Which renders that quite tarnisht, wch was green;
And Priceless now, what Peerless once had been:
Upon thy Forme more wrinkles yet will fall,
And comming downe, shall make no noise at all.
