His golden locks Time hath to silver turned. O Time too swift! Oh swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing. Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love are roots and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lover's sonnets turn to holy psalms. A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers which are Age's alms. But though from Court to cottage he depart, His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song: Blest be the hearts that wish my Sovereign well. Curst be the soul that think her any wrong. Goddess, allow this aged man his right To be your bedesman now that was your knight.
- by George Peele (1556? - 1596) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by John Dowland (1562 - 1626), "His golden locks Time hath to silver turned", published 1597, from First Book of Songs or Airs [sung text checked 1 time]
This text (or a part of it) is used in a work
- by Gerald Finzi (1901 - 1956), "Farewell to Arms", op. 9 (192-?) [ tenor, small orchestra ]
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