With duly temperance thou receive
What seasons offer latter years;
Great expectations none conceive
Of mortal love’s most dire fears.
High treason exercise decree,
All must obey love once decayed;
Though monarchs may not much agree,
For then shall love’s sure waves be stayed.
When tepid lovers’ passions failed,
Gone far astray where darkness looms
Beyond the earthen shores long sailed,
No seasons run nor hope then blooms.
To tread the leaden path forlorn,
Many lost souls do fall away;
Where love did light the way now shorn,
To reminisce a fairer day.