affected shy. mistress is not a lover Had we but world enough and time, or girlfriend, mistresses has more Now therefore, while the youthful hue domination over the male. This coyness, lady, were no crime. sadomasochistic. Sits on thy skin like morning dew, before it's all about body but now he says soul at the very beginning We would sit down, and think which way And while thy willing soul transpires To walk, and pass our long love’s day. At every pore with instant fires, Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Now let us sport us while we may, Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide And now, like amorous birds of prey, Of Humber would complain. I would Rather at once our time devour Love you ten years before the flood, Than languish in his slow-chapped power. And you should, if you please, refuse Let us roll all our strength and all Till the conversion of the Jews. Our sweetness up into one ball, My vegetable love should grow And tear our pleasures with rough strife Vaster than empires and more slow; Through the iron gates of life: An hundred years should go to praise Thus, though we cannot make our sun Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Stand still, yet we will make him run. Two hundred to adore each breast, seizing the day actually is a two- edged idiom. one should seize the time and makes the But thirty thousand to the rest; good of it, uses for good so later he/she will not regret the past for not doing anything he/she wants. but if one seizes the day/time, he/she will outrun the time. the time passes fast and it An age at least to every part, can be said that one die younger. hizli yasayan erken olur :)
dying is associated with orgasm in 16-17th century. moreover, orgasm is associated with And the last age should show your heart. reborn. so, in a Christian way, they rebirth in the aflter life, in the sex. sex is correlated with spirituality, religion. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
