Will more than pay the price of my past anguish;
Beware, O cruel fair, how you smile on me,
’Twas a kind look of yours that has undone me.
Love has in store for me one happy minute,
And she will end my pain, who did begin it;
Then no day, void of bliss, of pleasure, leaving,
Ages shall slide away without perceiving:
Cupid shall guard the door, the more to please us,
And keep out Time and Death, when they would seize us:
Time and Death shall depart, and say in flying,