The Nymph's Reply
1 If all the world and love were young,
2 And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
3 These pretty pleasures might me move
4 To live with thee and be thy love.
5 Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
6 When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
7 And Philomel becometh dumb;
8 The rest complains of cares to come.