Can love be controlled by advice?
Can madness and reason agree?
O Dearest, who’d ever be wise
If madness be loving of thee?
Let sages pretend to despise
The joys they want spirit to taste.
Let us seize old Time as he flies,
And the blessings of life while they last.
Dull wisdom but adds to our cares
Bright love will improve every joy.
Too soon we may meet with grey hairs
Too late may repent being coy.
Then Dearest, for what should we stay
‘Til our best blood begins to run cold?
Our youth we can have, but today.
We may always find time to grow old
words: John Gay (from ‘The Beggar’s Opera)