To His Coy Mistress

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1. Had we but World enough, and Time,
2. This coyness Lady were no crime.
3. We would sit down, and think which way
4. To walk, and pass our long Loves Day.
5. Thou by the Indian Ganges side
6. Should'st Rubies find; I by the Tide
7. Of Humber would complain. I would
8. Love you ten years before the Flood:
9. And you should if you please refuse
10. Till the Conversion of the Jews.
11. My vegetable Love should grow
12. Vaster then Empires, and more slow.
13. An hundred years should go to praise
14. Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze.
15. Two hundred to adore each Breast:
16. But thirty thousand to the rest.
17. An Age at least to every part,
18. And the last Age should show your Heart.
19. For Lady you deserve this State;
20. Nor would I love at lower rate.
21. But at my back I alwaies hear
22. Times winged Charriot hurrying near:
23. And yonder all before us lye
24. Desarts of vast Eternity.
25. Thy Beauty shall no more be found,
26. Nor, in thy marble Vault, shall sound
27. My ecchoing Song: then Worms shall try
28. That long preserv'd Virginity:
29. And your quaint Honour turn to dust;
30. And into ashes all my Lust.
31. The Grave's a fine and private place,
32. But none I think do there embrace.
33. Now therefore, while the youthful hew
34. Sits on thy skin like morning glew,
35. And while thy willing Soul transpires
36. At every pore with instant Fires,
37. Now let us sport us while we may;
38. And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
39. Rather at once our Time devour,
40. Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r.
41. Let us roll all our Strength, and all
42. Our sweetness, up into one Ball:
43. And tear our Pleasures with rough strife,
44. Thorough the Iron gates of Life.
45. Thus, though we cannot make our Sun
46. Stand still, yet we will make him run.