ASFASTASTHOUSHALTWANE

ASFASTASTHOUSHALTWANEParodayAn Answer to William ShakespeareMayhappenstance recall as fast as thou can go, then thou departFrom conjecture to the truth of aging well, the truth is better than the off thou slothFor the youth of life is given once so young, then old thou doth becomeAnd stay that way the rest of life convert to olde. Vanity is youth that never seems to age. Add to this the fourscore years of summer sin, who dimly ascertaineth age. Let then the wombe and the bed languisheth as they play the king and qyeenThe qyeen is it who hath the moore.Which bounteousness apply to lave. She ornately twinned thee and in her haste has made thee copy.As fast as thou shalt wane thy paroday. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st,In one of thine, from that which thou departest;And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;Without this folly, age, and cold decay.If all were minded so, the times should ceaseAnd threescore year would make the world away.Let those whom nature hath not made for store,Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish;Look, whom she best endowed, she gave the more;Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish. She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.