To His Coy Mistress

To his coy mistress By Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time, ,[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],[object Object]

Love you ten years before the Flood; ,[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires , and more slow.

An age at least to every part, ,[object Object],[object Object],[object Object]

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But none I think do there embrace. And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity,

Now therefore, while the youthful hue ,[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],Me Limited Time You

And now, like am'rous birds of prey, ,[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],[object Object],[object Object]

Thorough the iron gates of life. ,[object Object],[object Object]

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To His Coy Mistress

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