Let hand the hand uplifted seek,
And pleasure fly from cheek to cheek;
Love too; but gently, nor astray,
And yet, deluder, yet in play.
Dance on; youth goes: but all’s not vain,
Young folks, if only you remain.
Dance on, dance on, ’tis joy to see;
We once were nimble e’en as ye,
And danced to give the oldest glee;
O wherefore add, as we, you too,