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. The Changes: to Corinna
2. The Apron of Flowers
3. The Lily in a Crystal
4. Lovers How They Come and Part
5. The Kiss: A Dialogue

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