May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent star, the blue and smiling sky,
Beams on its grave, as once upon its earth.
Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! the thing you love may change,
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;
The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange,
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! Oh, warning vainly said