All these in me no means can move,
To come to thee, and be thy love. 20
What should we talk of dainties then,
Of better meat than’s fit for men?
These are but vain: that’s only good
Which God hath blessed and sent for food.
But could youth last, and love still breed, 25
Had joys no date, nor age no need;
Then those delights my mind might move,