How can you view within your glass, an end?
When beauty yours, bestows another make,
What godly blesses you have gracious send;
By form, what substance yours had then remake,
That one be two and two - your beauty's sight;
Suffice your lens revise the mirror's gloom;
To view your years rewind and youth's delight;
As your to beauty as your kin do bloom.
But worry not that I can't claim the same;
How pretty more your gift to give than mine,
For shame on time if yours decrease became;
Depriving dwelling eyes, your beauty's line:

Tho' I will wither 'round with clockwork's bend
That you shall not, makes time a sweeter friend.