Old Meliboeus' Song, courting his Nymph

Love's Queen, long waiting for her true-love.
Slain by a boar which he had chased.
Left off her tears, and me embraced.
She kiss'd me sweet, and call'd me new Love;
With my silver hair she toy'd.
In my staid looks she joy'd.

" Boys, '' she said, " breed beauty's sorrow;
Old men cheer it even and morrow."
My face she named the seat of favour.
All my defects her tongue defended,
My shape she praised, but most commended
My breath, more sweet than balm in savour.

"Be, old man, with me delighted;
Love for love shall be requited."
With her toys at last she won me;
Now she coys that hath undone me.