Ne'er ask the hour -- what is it to us / How Time deals out his treasures? / The golden moments lent us thus / Are not his coin, but Pleasure's. / If counting them o'er could add to their blisses, / I'd number each glorious second: / But moments of joy are, like Lesbia's kisses, / Too quick and sweet to be reckon'd. / Then fill the cup -- what is it to us / How time his circle measures? / The fairy hours we call up thus / Obey no wand but Pleasure's.
-Thomas Moore
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