A Book of old English love songs . [H4]. HOUGH you are young, and I amold,Though your veins hot, and myblood cold,Though youth is moist, and age is dry;Yet embers live, when flames do die. The tender graft is easily broke,But who shall shake the sturdy Oak ?You are more fresh and fair than I;Yet stubs do live, when flowers do die. Thou, that thy youth dost vainly boast,Know buds are soonest nipt with frost:Think that thy fortune still doth cry,Thou fool, to-morrow thou must die! — Thomas Campion. [•45] amarillijS

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