If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

Fear that makes faith may break faith.

There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

Time stoops to no man's lure.