To His Girls, Who Would Have Him Sportful

Alas! I can’t, for tell me, how
Can I be gamesome, aged now?
Besides, ye see me daily grow
Here, winter-like, to frost and snow;
And I, ere long, my girls, shall see
Ye quake for cold to look on me.

Published in Hesperides

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