{"id":796,"date":"2012-09-13T03:05:05","date_gmt":"2012-09-13T07:05:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/?p=796"},"modified":"2012-09-13T03:05:05","modified_gmt":"2012-09-13T07:05:05","slug":"yet-we-will-make-him-run","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/2012\/09\/13\/yet-we-will-make-him-run\/","title":{"rendered":"Yet We Will Make Him Run"},"content":{"rendered":"

Had we but World enough, and Time,
\nThis coyness Lady were no crime.
\nWe would sit down, and think which way
\nTo walk, and pass our long Loves Day.
\nThou by the Indian Ganges side.
\nShould’st Rubies find: I by the Tide
\nOf Humber would complain. I would
\nLove you ten years before the Flood:
\nAnd you should if you please refuse
\nTill the Conversion of the Jews.
\nMy vegetable Love should grow
\nVaster then Empires, and more slow.
\nAn hundred years should go to praise
\nThine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze.
\nTwo hundred to adore each Breast.
\nBut thirty thousand to the rest.
\nAn Age at least to every part,
\nAnd the last Age should show your Heart.
\nFor Lady you deserve this State;
\nNor would I love at lower rate.<\/p>\n
But at my back I always hear
\nTimes winged Charriot hurrying near:
\nAnd yonder all before us lye
\nDeserts of vast Eternity.
\nThy Beauty shall no more be found;
\nNor, in thy marble Vault, shall sound
\nMy echoing Song: then Worms shall try
\nThat long preserv’d Virginity:
\nAnd your quaint Honour turn to durst;
\nAnd into ashes all my Lust.
\nThe Grave’s a fine and private place,
\nBut none I think do there embrace.<\/p>\n
Now therefore, while the youthful hew
\nSits on thy skin like morning glew,
\nAnd while thy willing Soul transpires
\nAt every pore with instant Fires,
\nNow let us sport us while we may;
\nAnd now, like am’rous birds of prey,
\nRather at once our Time devour,
\nThan languish in his slow-chapt pow’r.
\nLet us roll all our Strength, and all
\nOur sweetness, up into one Ball:
\nAnd tear our Pleasures with rough strife,
\nThrough the Iron gates of Life.
\nThus, though we cannot make our Sun
\nStand still, yet we will make him run.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
—Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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