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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Polyhymnia: Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His golden locks time hath to silver turn'd;<br>O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!<br>His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd,<br>But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:<br>Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;<br>Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His helmet now shall make a hive for bees;<br>And lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms,<br>A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,<br>And feed on prayers, which are age his alms:<br>But though from court to cottage he depart,<br>His saint is sure of his unspotted heart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=397105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when he saddest sits in homely cell,<br>He'll teach his swains this carol for a song:<br>"Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,<br>Curst be the souls that think her any wrong."<br>Goddess, allow this aged man his right,<br>To be your beadsman now that was your knight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=George+Peele">George Peele</a></strong></div>

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