Adieu, fond love! farewell, you wanton Powers!
I am free again;
Thou dull disease of blood and idle hours,
Bewitching pain,
Fly to the fools that sigh away their time!
My nobler love, to Heaven climb,
And there behold beauty still young,
That time can ne’er corrupt, nor death destroy;
Immortal sweetness by fair angels sung,
And honoured by eternity and joy!
There lives my love, thither my hopes aspire;
Fond love declines, this heavenly love grows higher.