John Gay

(30 June 1685 – 4 December 1732 / Barnstaple, England)

Songs From The Beggar’s Opera: Air Iv-Cotillion - Poem by John Gay

Act II, Scene iv, Air IV—Cotillion

Youth’s the season made for joys,
Love is then our duty:
She alone who that employs,
Well deserves her beauty.
Let’s be gay
While we may,
Beauty’s a flower despised in decay.

Chorus. Youth’s the season, etc.

Let us drink and sport to-day,
Ours is not to-morrow:
Love with youth flies swift away,
Age is naught but sorrow.
Dance and sing,
Time’s on the wing,
Life never knows the return the spring.

Chorus. Let us drink, etc.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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