An age in her embraces passed
Would seem a winter's day,
Where life and light with envious haste
Are torn and snatched away.


'The Mistress: A Song' (1691)


An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter's day, Where life and light with envious haste Are torn and snatched away.

An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter's day, Where life and light with envious haste Are torn and snatched away.

An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter's day, Where life and light with envious haste Are torn and snatched away.

An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter's day, Where life and light with envious haste Are torn and snatched away.