'Poor broken glass, I often did behold (1759)
In thy sweet semblance my old age new born; (1760)
But now that fair fresh mirror, dim and old, (1761)
Shows me a bare-boned death by time outworn: (1762)
O, from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn,
And shiver'd all the beauty of my glass, (1764)
That I no more can see what once I was!