Upon Silvia, a Mistress
The Hesperides & Noble Numbers — Hesperides
When some shall say, Fair once my Silvia was,Thou wilt complain, False now's thy looking-glass,Which renders that quite tarnished which was green,And priceless now what peerless once had been.Upon thy form more wrinkles yet will fall,And, coming down, shall make no noise at all.