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. 

1. Tell Me No More How Fair She Is
2. The Boyes Answer To The Blackmoor
3. The Forfeiture
4. Sonnet. Tell me you stars that our affections move
5. Sonnet. Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes

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