Mad Bad and Dangerous to Know

                             
                 
                                    So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night,
                                    Though the heart be still as loving and the moon be still as bright.
                                    For the sword outwears it's sheath, and the soul wears out the breast,
                                    and the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
                                    Though the night was made for loving and the day returns too soon,
                                     yet we'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon.