Youth to prolong

    Than dumb-bell and foil

    To keep the body young.

    O who could have foretold¹

    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？