It's Joys are short and nasty,
And end in quick disgust.
So let us not be hasty:
In blind and beastly lust
Love wanes, and it's glow departing,
So let's be slow in starting.
Let's lie here sharing kisses,
On an endless holiday.
There's no sweeter rest than this is ( without a blush to pay)
And endless New beginning
That never dies away.
