Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

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.

Robert Herrick’s other poems:

  1. A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks
  2. Upon Julia’s Recovery
  3. The Present Time Best Pleaseth
  4. The Definition of Beauty
  5. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day




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