Poem by Robert Herrick

To Silvia to Wed

Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;
And loving lie in one devoted bed.
Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;
No sound calls back the year that once is past.
Then, sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay;
True love, we know, precipitates delay.
Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove!
No man, at one time, can be wise, and love.

1. His Last Request to Julia
2. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
3. To Sapho
4. Upon Julia's Ribbon
5. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls

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