To a Lady, Asking Him How Long He Would Love Her
Cloris, it is not in our power
To say how long our love will last,
It may be we within this hour
May lose those joys we now may taste;
The blessed that immortal be
From change in love are only free.
And though you now immortal seem
(Such is the exactness of your frame),
Those that your beauty so esteem
Will find it cannot last the same;
Love from your eyes has stolen my fire,
As apt to waste and to expire.
Then since we mortal lovers are,
Let's question not how long 'twill last,
But while we love let us take care
Each minute be with pleasure past;
It were a madness to deny
To live because we're sure to die.
Fear not, though love and beauty fail,
My reason shall my heart direct,
Your kindness now will then prevail
And passion turn into respect;
Cloris, at worst you'll in the end
But change your lover for a friend.