Odes 4.10 (Creech): O Crudelis Adhuc

AH lovely yet, and great in Charms,
Ah coy, and flying from my Arms!
When an unlook't for Beard shall hide
And scatter'd hairs spread o're thy Pride;
When all those wanton Curls shall fall,
Thy Rosy Color yield to Pale,
Thy Cheeks grow wan, thy Body pine,
And leave a different Ligurine,
Ah thou shalt say, when e're the glass
Shall show Thee quite another Face,
Ah whilst I was a vigorous Boy,
Why did I not this Mind enjoy!
Or since I now so freely burn
Why won't my former Face return!