Andrew Marvell - 'To His Coy Mistress' - poem
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To His Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness,
Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the
Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of
Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the
Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the
Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Read by
Samuel West
Exec
Producer Frank Rodgers
Director David Ansdell
Studio production
Robert Nichol
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"To His Coy Mistress" is a witty metaphysical poem written by the
British author and statesman
Andrew Marvell (1621 1678) either during or just before the
Interregnum. The poem is often considered one of the finest and most concise carpe diem arguments ever put in verse.
Marvell probably wrote the poem prior to serving in
Oliver Cromwell's government as a minister, and the poem was not published in his lifetime.