Bid Me To Love, And I Will

Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here, And Lustre There / Delighting.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

Tis Not The Food, But The Content, That Makes The Table's Merriment.

To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time Gather Ye Rose-buds While Ye May, Old Time Is Still A-flying; And This Same Flower That Smiles Today, Tomorrow Will Be Dying. The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun, The Higher He’s A-getting, The Sooner Will His Race Be Run, And Nearer He Is To Setting. That Age Is Best Which Is The First, When Youth And Blood Are Warmer; But Being Spent, The Worse, And Worst Times Still Succeed The Former. Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time, And While You May, Go Marry; For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.