COME, let us now resolve at last   To live and love in quiet; We'll 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 took   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. O to be happy—to be kind—   Sure never is too late!