Lovis Corinth
Innocentia
Moses Soyer
Cynthia with Hands on Breasts
It is not, Celia, in our power
To say how long our love will last;
It may be we within this hour
May lose those joys we now do taste:
The blessed, that immortal be,
From change in love are only free.
Then, since we mortal lovers are,
Ask not how long our love will last,
But while it does, let us take care
Each minute be with pleasure past
Were it not madness to deny
To live, because w’are sure to die?
~ Sir George Etherege ~
