Youth's Agitations

When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence,From this poor present self which I am now;When youth has done its tedious vain expenseOf passions that forever ebb and flow:

Shall I not joy youth's heats are left behind,And breathe more happy in an even clime?Ah, no! for then I shall begin to findA thousand virtues in this hated time!

Then I shall wish its agitations back,And all its thwarting currents of desire;Then I shall praise the heat which then I lack,And call this hurrying fever, generous fire;

And sigh that one thing only has been lentTo youth and age in common,—discontent.