Casting The Body's Vest Aside, My Soul

What Wondrous Life Is This I Lead! Ripe Apples Drop About My Head.

Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run

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 Indian Ganges'side Shouldst Rubies Find: I By The Tide Of Humber Would Complain. I Would Love You Ten Years Before The Flood.

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness, Lady, Were No Crime.

How Fit He Is To Sway That Can So Well Obey.