NAY
,
NAY
,
CENSOR
TIME
.
NAY
,
nay
,
Censor
Time
,
I'll
be
happy
to-day
,
For
I
see
thou'rt
grown
gray
with
thy
cares
;
Then
preach
not
to
me
,
as
my
life
steals
away
,
Of
the
pleasure
of
far
distant
years
.
The
sands
in
thy
glass
in
soft
silence
depart
,
Yet
thy
cheek
grows
the
paler
the
while
;
But
the
drops
there
in
mine
fill
the
tubes
of
the
heart
,
And
mount
to
my
lip
with
a
smile
.
And
thou
would'st
smile
too
,
if
my
fair
one
thou'd
toast
;
Nay
sip
of
my
bumper
and
see
!
Her
charms
will
dissolve
e'en
thy
age's
chill
frost
,
And
make
thee
as
youthful
as
me
.
To
be
young
,
cried
old
Time
,
my
own
glass
I'll
forego
,
And
freely
will
sip
out
of
thine
;
Then
tasted
,
and
cried
,
Let
thy
Cynthia
now
know
She
has
warm'd
the
cold
bosom
of
Time
.
For
this
the
late
rose
shall
still
hang
on
her
cheek
,
Though
the
blossoms
of
youth
should
decay
;
And
the
soft
eye
be
left
,
its
own
language
to
speak
,
For
a
mind
far
more
beauteous
than
they
!