MORTALs learn your Lives to measure,
Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;
Now the Hours invite comply,
Whilst you idly pass they flye:
Blest whilst a nimble pace they keep,
But in torment, in torment when they creep.
Mortals learn your Lives to measure,
Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;
Soon your Spring must have a fall,
Losing Youth is losing all;