Come, my Celia, let us prove

While we may need the sports of love,

Time will not be ours forever,

He at length our good will sever.

Spend not then his gifts in vain;

Suns that set may rise again,

But if once we lose this light,

‘Tis with us perpetual night.

Why should we defer our joys?

Fame and rumour are but toys.

Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies?

Or his easier ears beguile,

Are we so removed by our while?

‘Tis no sin love’s fruits to steal,

But the sweet theft to reveal,

To be taken, to be seen,

These have crimes accounted been.


By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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