My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love; br And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, br Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps of five br Into their west, and straight again revive; br But, soon as once set is our little light, br Then must we sleep one ever-during night. br br If all would lead their lives in love like me, br Then bloody swords and armor should not be; br No drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move, br Unless alarm came from camp of love. br But fools do live and waster their little light, br And seek with pain their ever-during night. br br When timely death my life and fortune ends, br Let not my hearse be vexed with mourning friends; br But let all lovers rich in triumph come, br And with sweet pastime grace my happy tomb. br And, Lesbia, close up thou my little light, br And crown with love by ever-during night.