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In Coccam — Epig. de Monsieur Maynard (Lord! how wrinckled is thy Fore-head)
Translated by Charles Cotton (1689) · From Poems on Several Occasions (1689)
Lord! how wrinckled is thy Fore-head!
And how Gray thy Hair is grown!
Lord! how chink't thy Lips, and aride!
And thy whole Frame turn'd Skeleton!
Truly, Cocca, I regret thee,
Sure Old Age did undiscreetly,
To be with thy Face so bold:
Henceforth none will pleasure make thee;
But thou purchase of the Laquey,
What thou once the Master sold.
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Cotton, Charles. “In Coccam — Epig. de Monsieur Maynard (Lord! how wrinckled is thy Fore-head).” Translated by Charles Cotton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cotton/257/.
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Cotton, Charles. “In Coccam — Epig. de Monsieur Maynard (Lord! how wrinckled is thy Fore-head).” Translated by Charles Cotton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cotton/257/.
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