0% found this document useful (0 votes)
15 views1 page

Marvell - To His Coy Mistress

Download as doc, pdf, or txt
Download as doc, pdf, or txt
Download as doc, pdf, or txt
You are on page 1/ 1

To his Coy Mistress

Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)

1 2 3 4 " % ( * 1/ 11 12 13 14 1" 1% 1( 1* 12/ 21 22 23 24 2" 2% 2( 2* 23/ 31 32 33 34 3" 3% 3( 3* 34/ 41 42 43 44 4" 4%

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love s day! Thou by the #ndian $anges side &houldst rubies 'ind! # by the tide )' Humber would complain. # would +ove you ten years be'ore the ,lood! .nd you should, i' you please, re'use Till the conversion o' the 0ews. 1y vegetable love should grow 2aster than empires, and more slow. .n hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy 'orehead ga3e! Two hundred to adore each breast, 4ut thirty thousand to the rest! .n age at least to every part, .nd the last age should show your heart. ,or, lady, you deserve this state, 5or would # love at lower rate. 4ut at my back # always hear Time s winged chariot hurrying near! .nd yonder all be'ore us lie 6eserts o' vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be 'ound, 5or, in thy marble vault, shall sound 1y echoing song! then worms shall try That long preserv d virginity, .nd your 7uaint honour turn to dust, .nd into ashes all my lust. The grave s a 'ine and private place, 4ut none # think do there embrace. 5ow there'ore, while the youth'ul hue &its on thy skin like morning dew, .nd while thy willing soul transpires .t every pore with instant 'ires, 5ow let us sport us while we may! .nd now, like am rous birds o' prey, 8ather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow9chapp d power. +et us roll all our strength, and all )ur sweetness, up into one ball! .nd tear our pleasures with rough stri'e Thorough the iron gates o' li'e. Thus, though we cannot make our sun &tand still, yet we will make him run.

You might also like