Come, let us now resolve at last
To live and love in quiet:
Well tie the knot so very fast
That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove
Who free from quarrels live:
"Tis the most tender part of Love
Each other to forgive.

When least I seem'd concern'd, I tock
No pleasure nor no rest;
And when I feign'd an angry look,
Alas! I loved you best.

Own but the same to me — you'll find
How blest will be our fate.
0 to be happy — to be kind —
Sure never is too late!