I Shall Forget You Presently My Dear

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 byI shall forget you, as I said, but now,

If you entreat me with your loveliest lieI will protest you with my favorite 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

To struggle on without a break thus far,--Whether or not we find what we are

Is idle, biologically speaking.