I wonder, by my troth ! What thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not weaned till then ?
Or sucked on country pleasures, childishly,
Or snorted in the seven sleepers' den.
'Twas so. But this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see
Which I desired, and got,
'Twas but a dream of thee.

John Donne - The Good Morrow.