For every houre that thou wilt spare mee now, I will allow, Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee, When with my browne, my gray haires equall bee; Till then, Love, let my body raigne, and let Mee travell, sojourne, snatch, plot, have, forget, Resume my last yeares relict: thinke that yet We'had never met. Let mee thinke any rivalls letter mine, And at next nine Keepe midnights promise; mistake by the way The maid, and tell the Lady of that delay; Onely let mee love none, no, not the sport; From country grasse, to comfitures of Court, Or cities quelque choses, let report My minde transport. This bargaine's good; if when I'am old, I bee Inflam'd by thee, If thine owne honour, or my shame, or paine, Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gaine. Doe thy will then, then subject and degree, And fruit of love, Love I submit to thee, Spare mee till then, I'll beare it, though she bee One that loves mee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT VOICES OF THE NIGHT: PRELUDE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |