Trust not spring clouds, trust not to flowers : 
The butterfly is caught; 
Oh snatch no passing joy in hours 
Of pleasure wrongly sought! 

A mien severe and eyes that freeze 
Become the future bride. 
No whispering underneath the trees 
Ere yet the knot be tied. 

'Tis heaven on earth when woman wed 
Leans on her husband's arm; 
Beauty, like flowers, is quickly shed: 
Oh, envy not its charm!