My cares behind me thrown—
Hence! vanish every one!
Now for a cozy time with my sweet Muse!
Come, lady, wake! this is no time to snooze;
When we’re alone we’ve not an hour to lose,
We cannot always thus ourselves amuse.
I’ve laid my trappings by;
For now no envious eye
Looks on, my dress to criticise,
With strictures aye more nice than wise.