Youth’s proud livery
Treasure of lusty days
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck
Summer’s lease hath all too short a date
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Actor on the stage
With too much rage
The painter, and
The frame wherein
All the all of me
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
To play the watchman ever
To age’s sleepy night
The edge should blunter be than appetite.