Come, My Celia
By Ben Jonson
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He at length our good will sever. Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumor are but toys. Cannot we delude the eyes Of a few poor household spies, Or his easier ears beguile, So removed by our wile? Tis no sin loves fruit to steal; But the sweet theft to reveal. To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.
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