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But wherefore says she not she is unjust ?`
And where fore say not I that I am old ?`
Oh , love's best habit is in seeming trust ,\
And age in love loves not to have years told .
Therefore I lie with her and she with me
And in our Faults by lies we Flattered !`
To the Virgins - Robert Herrick
Gather ye rose- buds while ye may ,
Old Time is still a- flying :`
flaker sugguests she should sieze the day.
And this same flower that smiles today\
ofher youthfulness will not always be youthful
Tomorrow will be dying .
The glorious lamp of heaven , the sun , ~`
The higher he's a-getting ,
- Time is short
The sooner will his race be run ,
And nearer he's to setting .
10 That age is best which is the first ,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
- you are better when
you are Young ;
But being spent , the worse , and worst*
as you age things will be harder 4you
Times still succeed the former .\
Then be not coy , but use your time ,
And while ye may , go marry ;\
- Don't be shy, go get married
For having lost but once your prime
- what mon will want you when
You may forever tarry .
you're older ?!
To His Coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough and time ,\
This coyness , lady , were no crime .
- there's no time to be shy
We would sit down , and think which way
To walk , and pass our long love's day .
If there was time, small talk and
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
smyness would be Okay .`
Shouldst rubies find ; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain . I would...
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- Fall '16
- To His Coy Mistress, Robert Herrick, flaker, smyness