And smile that his time is overflown;
Shall they not hear each other say
"Dear Love!" ere the New Year's passed away?
"O, haste on!
The year or the pleasure is dead that is gone!"
Boasted the man of pomp and power;
"That which we hold is alone the good;
Give me new pleasures for every hour,
And grieve over past joys ye who would—
Joys that are fled are poor, I wis—