204. The Changes: To Corinna
Be not proud, but now inclineYour soft ear to discipline;You have changes in your life,Sometimes peace, and sometimes strife;You have ebbs of face and flows,As your health or comes or goes;You have hopes, and doubts, and fears,Numberless as are your hairs;You have pulses that do beatHigh, and passions less of heat;You are young, but must be old:—And, to these, ye must be told,Time, ere long, will come and plowLoathed furrows in your brow:And the dimness of your eyeWill no other thing imply,But you must dieAs well as I.