Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly today, Where to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy gifts fading away! Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art, Let the loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still.

Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she 
bore...


My only books
Were woman`s looks,
and folly`s all they`ve taught me.