Love and Time

John met with Peg the other day, As she to church was walking, And as he had a deal to say, He straight began a talking; He ask'd her if her heart was free, Or if she him approv'd, And all the while could plainly see, Her snowy bosom mov'd.

His heart was yet, 'tween hope and fear, And strove his doubts to smother, Unless those heavings of his dear, Might move thus for another; Awhile she blush'd, and now she smil'd, Cry'd, prithee be not simple; Yet love, the more his heart beguil'd, And sported in each dimple.

She thought he talk'd too soon of love, 'Twas time enough for wooing, He told her Time did swiftly move, And Time was Love's undoing; Peg then reply'd, if that's the case, 'Tis time that we were moving, And said, with sadness in her face, He sure wont kill for loving.

Why then cry'd John, let's haste to church, And all our fears deliver. Old Time shall linger in the lurch, And Love shall live for ever. Away they went—made most of Time, In spite of all his flurry; Love saw they both were in their prime, So bound them in a hurry.