When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows
Light and lust are deadly enemies.
Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.