Youth to prolong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old？
Though I have many words，
What woman‘s satisfied，
I am no longer faint
Because at her side？
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old？
I have not lost desire
But the heart that I had；
I thought ‘twould burn my body
Laid on the death-bed，
For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old？