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<poem> Nay, lady, one frown is enough

 In a life as soon over as this—

And though minutes seem long in a huff,

 They're minutes 'tis pity to miss!

The smiles you imprison so lightly

 Are reckon'd, like days in eclipse;

And though you may smile again brightly,

 You've lost so much light from your lips!
          Pray, lady, smile!

The cup that is longest untasted

 May be with our bliss running o'er,

And, love when we will, we have wasted

 An age in not loving before!

Perchance Cupid's forging a fetter

 To tie us together some day,

And, just for the chance, we had better

 Be laying up love, I should say!
          Nay, lady, smile!