All my past life is mine no more, <br />The flying hours are gone, <br />Like transitory dreams given o'er, <br />Whose images are kept in store <br />By memory alone. <br /> <br />What ever is to come is not, <br />How can it then be mine? <br />The present moment's all my lot, <br />And that as fast as it is got, <br />Phyllis, is wholly thine. <br /> <br />Then talk not of inconstancy, <br />False hearts, and broken vows, <br />Ii, by miracle, can be, <br />This live-long minute true to thee, <br />'Tis all that heaven allows.<br /><br />Lord John Wilmot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-my-past-life-2/
