| I thought no more was needed |
| 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? |