Come, let us go, while we are in our
And take the harmless folly of the time!
We shall grow old apace, and die
Before we know our liberty.
And, as a vapour or a drop of rain,
Once lost, can ne'er be found again,
So when or you or I are made.....
A fable, song or fleeting shade,
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drowned within us in endless night.
Them, while time serves, and we are but
Come, my Corrina, come, let's go a-Maying.
Thanks to P J Nair