Could Love for ever Run like a river, And Time’s endeavour Be tried in vain— No other pleasure With this could measure; And like a treasure We’d hug the chain. But since our sighing Ends not in dying, And, form’d for flying, Love plumes his wing; Then for this reason Let’s love a season; But let that season be only Spring.

When lovers parted Feel broken-hearted, And, all hopes thwarted Expect to die; A few years older, Ah! how much colder They might behold her For whom they sigh!