An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
Calms appear, when Storms are past; Love will have his Hour at last: Nature is my kindly Care; Mars destroys, and I repair; Take me, take me, while you may, Venus comes not ev'ry Day.
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
Inspire the Vocal Brass, Inspire; The World is past its Infant Age: Arms and Honour, Arms and Honour, Set the Martial Mind on Fire, And kindle Manly Rage.
I am to be married within these three days; married past redemption.