CHARLES COTTON
Fve served my time faithful and true,
Expecting to be placed In happy freedom, as my due,
To all the joys thou hast. Ill husbandry in love is such
A scandal to love's power, We ought not to misspend so much
As one poor short-lived hour.
Yet think not, sweet, I'm weary grown,
That I pretend such haste; Since none to surfeit e'er was known
Before he had a taste My infant love could humbly wait
When, young, it scarce knew how To plead, but grown to man's estate,
He is impatient now.
��KATHERINE PHILIPS ( C ORINDA')
409 To One persuading a Lady to Marriage
^ORBEAR, bold youth, all 's heaven here, And what you do aver To others courtship may appear,
'Tis sacrilege to her. She is a public deity;
And were't not very odd She should dispose herself to be
A petty household god?
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