So when or you or I are made

A fable, song, or fleeting shade;

All love, all liking, all delight

Lies drowned with us in endless night.

Then while time serves, and we are but decaying;

Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.

by Robert Herrick 1591–1674, English poet and clergyman, in ‘Corinna's Going a-Maying’ (1648)