Cou'd we stop the time that's flying br Or recall itt when 'tis past br Put far off the day of Dying br Or make Youth for ever last br To Love wou'd then be worth our cost. br br But since we must loose those Graces br Which at first your hearts have wonne br And you seek for in new Faces br When our Spring of Life is done br It wou'd but urdge our ruine on br br Free as Nature's first intention br Was to make us, I'll be found br Nor by subtle Man's invention br Yeild to be in Fetters bound br By one that walks a freer round. br br Mariage does but slightly tye Men br Whil'st close Pris'ners we remain br They the larger Slaves of Hymen br Still are begging Love again br At the full length of all their chain.