Seldom long delight is man's;
Oft he goes a-sighing,
Watching impish Cupid's vans,
In the distance flying.

Yet, while he proclaims his woes,
Comes again the rover,
Proffering a sweeter rose,
Faery sprinkled over.

Wise men take the gift he brings,
Fleeting pleasure marry,
Knowing Venus gave him wings,
Never long to tarry.

Joyfully without debate,
When his flight is taken,
Find as one is spoiled by Fate
Rarer joys awaken.

Kiss, and let the rogue depart,
Bind his pinions never;
Lose, and find within the heart
New-born roses ever.