1. 'Tis Ev'ning, my Sweet, And dark; let us meet; Long time w'ave here been a toying: And never, as yet, That season co'd get, Wherein t'ave had an enjoying. 2. For pitty or shame, Then let not Love's flame, Be ever and ever a spending; Since now to the Port The path is but short; And yet our way has no ending. 3. Time flyes away fast; Our houres doe waste: The while we never remember, How soone our life, here, Growes old with the yeere, That dyes with the next December. |