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Song from ‘Volpone’

COME, my Celia, let us prove,

While we can, the sports of love;

Time will not be ours forever,

He at length our good will sever:

Spend not then his gifts in vain;

Suns that set may rise again;

But if once we lose this light,

’Tis with us perpetual night….

’Tis no sin love’s fruits to steal;

But the sweet thefts to reveal,—

To be taken, to be seen,—

These have crimes accounted been.