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Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (Генри Кинг, епископ Чичестерский)


Loves Harvest


Fond Lunatick forbear, why do'st thou sue
For thy affections pay e're it is due?
Loves fruits are legal use; and therefore may
Be onely taken on the marriage day.
Who for this interest too early call,
By that exaction lose the Principall.
Then gather not those immature delights,
Untill their riper Autumn thee invites.
He that abortive Corn cuts off his ground,
No Husband but a Ravisher is found:
So those that reap their love before they wed,
Do in effect but Cuckold their own Bed. 



Henry King, Bishop of Chichester's other poems:
  1. On the Earl of Essex
  2. An Elegy Upon The Death Of Mr. Edward Holt
  3. Sonnet. Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
  4. To My Sister Anne King, Who Chid Me In Verse For Being Angry
  5. Another Of The Same, Paraphrased For An Antheme


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