COME, let us now resolve at last
   To live and love in quiet;
We'll tie the knot so very fast
   That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove
   Who free from quarrels live:
'Tis the most tender part of love
   Each other to forgive.

When least I seem'd concern'd, I took
   No pleasure nor no rest;
And when I feign'd an angry look,
   Alas! I loved you best.

Own but the same to me--you'll find
   How blest will be our fate.
O to be happy--to be kind--
   Sure never is too late!