Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

Love And Time With Reverence Use, Treat Them Like A Parting Friend: Nor The Golden Gifts Refuse Which In Youth Sincere They Send: For Each Year Their Price Is More, And They Less Simple Than Before.