Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be: Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee, A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.

No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.