The time when first I fell in love, <br />Which now I must lament; <br />The year wherein I lost such time <br />To compass my content. <br /> <br />The day wherein I saw too late <br />The follies of a lover; <br />The hour wherein I found such loss <br />As care cannot recover. <br /> <br />And last, the minute of mishap, <br />Which makes me thus to plain <br />The doleful fruits of lover's suits, <br />Which labour lose in vain: <br /> <br />Doth make me solemnly protest, <br />As I with pain do prove, <br />There is no time, year, day, nor hour, <br />Nor minute, good to love.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-time-when-i-first-fell-in-love-2/
