Hester Lynch SALUSBURY

Take Care then you Young Beginners of the World, & remember that every thing _in_ it, must have an End. but If old Assertions won’t prevail, Be pleas’d to hear a Modern Tale.

Love and Time set out together
    On a sprightly Morn of May;
Mild the Morning, bright the Weather
    Phœbus shed a soft’ning Ray.

Love complain’d that Time was tardy,
    Time ne’er stopt to answer nay;
Time look’d cautious, Love felt hardy,
    Scarce the Stream could force their Stay.

To the Girls across the River
    Cupid call’d—“; “;Come Lasses! play;
Take Time’s Forelock, catch my Quiver,
    Lose not Pleasures by Delay.”; ”;

Creeping Time can ne’er get over,
    Cried the Tittring Girls so gay:
Cupid seiz’d his Fellow-Rover,
    Love makes Time glide swift away.

But exertion leads to Languor,
    Winter comes, and comes Decay;
Love was first to feel their Anger
    “; “;_Time runs thro’ the roughest Day._”; ”;

Sharp the Cold, the Weather stormy,
    Cross their Course a Torrent lay;
Love cry’d, “; “;Wait a Moment for me,
    Dear Time wait a moment,—pray.”; ”;

“; “;Never talk to me of waiting
    You so Young and I so Gray;
Yet since now there’s no Retreating,
    Time shall make Love pass away.”; ”;

Sick and faint, he over-bore him,
    —Now recover as you may:
Love will ne’er make Time wait for him,
    Time _will_ make Love pass away.