they (n.)
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
Bliss in possession will not last;
Remembered joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, they are, they yet shall be.
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
Bliss in possession will not last;
Remembered joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, they are, they yet shall be.