Mortals, learn your lives to measure

Mortals, learn your lives to measure Not by length of time, but pleasure; Now the hours invite, comply; While you idly pause, they fly: Blest, a nimble pace they keep, But in torment, then they creep.

Mortals, learn your lives to measure Not by length of time, but pleasure; Soon your spring must have a fall; Losing youth, is losing all: Then you'll ask, but none will give, And may linger, but not live.