So when or you or I are made  
  A fable, song, or fleeting shade,  
  All love, all liking, all delight  
  Lies drowned with us in endless night.
"Corinna's Going A-Maying". - Hesperides (1648)
So when or you or I are made  
  A fable, song, or fleeting shade,  
  All love, all liking, all delight  
  Lies drowned with us in endless night.
"Corinna's Going A-Maying". - Hesperides (1648)