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!