I Shall Forget you Presently

I shall forget you presently, my dear, / So make the most of this, your little day, / Your little month, your little half a year, / Ere I forget, or die, or move away, / And we are done forever; by and by

I shall forget you, as I said, but now, / If you entreat me with your loveliest lie

I will protest you with my favourite vow. I would indeed that love were longer-lived, / And oaths were not so brittle as they are, / But so it is, and nature has contrived

To struggle on without a break thus far,-

Whether or not we find what we are seeking

Is idle, biologically speaking.