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 fearsNumberless, 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 toldTime ere long will come and ploughLoathed furrows in your brow:And the dimness of your eyeWill no other thing implyBut you must dieAs well as I.