Pluck the fruit and taste the pleasure,
youthful lordings, of delight;
whilst occasion gives you seizure,
feed your fancies and your sight;
after death, when you are gone,
joy and pleasure is there none.

Here on earth nothing is stable,
Fortune's changes well are known;
whilst as youth doth then enable,
let your seeds of joy be sown:
after death, when you are gone,
joy and pleasure is there none.

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