Ballad

" 'Tis time to rise , because 'tis noon, "
Methought I heard Corinna say;
But sure to rise 'tis yet too soon,
If Love and Pleasure bid us stay.

What though at noon the Sun is bright;
Last night at twelve bright shone the Moon;
We laid not down because 'twas night;
Why must we rise because 'tis noon?

When Love and Pleasure lead the way,
Then is the time to go to bed;
'Tis time to rise at night or day ,
When Love and Pleasure both are fled.
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