The Reconcilement

Come, let us now resolve at last

To live and love in quiet;

We'll tie the knot so very fast

That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove

Who free from quarrels live:

'Tis the most tender part of love

Each other to forgive.

When least I seem'd concern'd, I took

No pleasure nor no rest;

And when I feign'd an angry look,

Alas! I loved you best.