• It is not, Celia, in our power
    To say how long our love will last;
    It may be we within this hour
    May lose those joys we now do taste:
    The blessed, that immortal be,
    From change in love are only free. Then, since we mortal lovers are,
    Ask not how long our love will last;
    But while it does, let us take care
    Each minute be with pleasure past.
    Were it not madness to deny
    To live, because w'are sure to die?