My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse!

His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms; A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which ar…

His golden locks time hath to silver turned; O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain…

Villain, a horse-- Villain, I say, give me a horse to fly, To swim the river, villain, and to fly.

We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer - Till it an Antique fashion shows - Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.

Of all the men I slept with in my studio-bed on Gay Street (and there were a lot: I stopped counting) I liked Bill Mangold the best. Until I began to see Phili…