SONG CXCIX. The HONEY MOON

As May in all her youthful Dress, So gay my Love did once appear; A Spring of Charms adorn'd her Face, The Rose and Lilly flourish'd there: Thus, while the Enjoyment was young, Each Night new Pleasures did create; Ambrosial Words drop'd from her Tongue, And am'rous Cupid, round did wait.

But, as the Sun to West declines, The eastern Sky does colder grow, And all his radiant Looks resigns To the pale Moon, that rules below; So Love, while in her blooming Hour, My Chloe was all kind and gay; But when Possession nip'd that Flow'r, Her Charms, like Autumn, drop'd away.