IT is not, Celia, in our power <br /> To say how long our love will last; <br />It may be we within this hour <br /> May lose those joys we now do taste; <br />The Blessed, that immortal be, <br />From change in love are only free. <br /> <br />Then since we mortal lovers are, <br /> Ask not how long our love will last; <br />But while it does, let us take care <br /> Each minute be with pleasure past: <br />Were it not madness to deny <br />To live because we're sure to die?<br /><br />Sir George Etherege<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-lady-asking-him-how-long-he-would-love-her/
