To His Coy Mistress

To His Coy Mistress To His Coy Mistress Had we but valet enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and discharge our long heats day. Thou by the Indian Ganges side Shouldst rubies garnish; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you 10 age before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.

My veg discern should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred days should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead look on; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to either part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Times wingèd chariot velocity near; And yonder all before us hypocrisy Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: therefrom worms...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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