Since vig’rous youth, all blooming, brisk, and gay,
Excites our tender souls to sport and play,
Let’s taste ambrosial pleasures while we may.
Those joys to which our souls are most inclin’d,
And suit the throbbing passions of the mind.
Let’s love while soft ecstatic fires engage,
And shew us lovers on the world’s great stage,
Dull reason only suits with frightful age.
And see, she comes, for ever to destroy,
For ever all our bliss, and all our joy.