Time was upon
Wrinkles no more are, or no less, Than beauty turn'd to sourness.
Robert Herrick
Wrinkles no more are, or no less, Than beauty turn'd to sourness.
Herrick packs a whole philosophy of aging into a tiny space. The speaker looks at a face marked by wrinkles and refuses to see them as flaws added on. Instead, they’re simply what beauty becomes when it turns, the way fresh milk curdles or a sweet fruit spoils.
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