Classic Poem

Habe auch in jungen Jahren

In my youth when Love was yearning,
I was often sad, and burning
  Like a cord of wood.
Now the price of fuel's higher,
And the cost has quenched the fire,
   Ma foi! and that is good.

Think of this, my pretty darlings,
Cease your silly tears and quarrelings;
  Stupid griefs and harms.
You have Life, that precious bubble;
So forget Love's ancient trouble,
   Ma foi! within my arms.