INever a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, Some one charm the world unknows Precious to a muser, Haply what, ere years were foes, Moved her mate to choose her.
II
But, be it a hint of rose That an instant hues her, Or some early light or pose Wherewith thought renews her -Seen by him at full, ere woes Practised to abuse her -Sparely comes it, swiftly goes, Time again subdues her.
