Come, my Celia, let us prove <br />While we may, the sports of love; <br />Time will not be ours forever; <br />He at length our good will sever. <br />Spend not then his gifts in vain. <br />Suns that set may rise again; <br />But if once we lose this light, <br />'Tis with us perpetual night. <br />Why should we defer our joys? <br />Fame and rumor are but toys. <br />Cannot we delude the eyes <br />Of a few poor household spies, <br />Or his easier ears beguile, <br />So removed by our wile? <br />'Tis no sin love's fruit to steal; <br />But the sweet theft to reveal. <br />To be taken, to be seen, <br />These have crimes accounted been.<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-my-celia-2/
