{"id":434,"date":"2017-03-19T20:44:35","date_gmt":"2017-03-19T20:44:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/?p=434"},"modified":"2017-03-19T20:44:35","modified_gmt":"2017-03-19T20:44:35","slug":"to-his-coy-mistress-poem-andrew-marvell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/to-his-coy-mistress-poem-andrew-marvell\/","title":{"rendered":"To His Coy Mistress &#8211; Poem &#8211; Andrew Marvell"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 78 - 100 days of poetry<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"To His Coy Mistress - Poem By Andrew Marvell by Rob Goll\" width=\"525\" height=\"400\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F313286715&show_artwork=true&maxheight=788&maxwidth=525\"><\/iframe><br \/>\nHad we but world enough and time,<br \/>\nThis coyness, lady, were no crime.<br \/>\nWe would sit down, and think which way<br \/>\nTo walk, and pass our long love\u2019s day. <!--more--><br \/>\nThou by the Indian Ganges\u2019 side<br \/>\nShouldst rubies find; I by the tide<br \/>\nOf Humber would complain. I would<br \/>\nLove you ten years before the flood,<br \/>\nAnd you should, if you please, refuse<br \/>\nTill the conversion of the Jews.<br \/>\nMy vegetable love should grow<br \/>\nVaster than empires and more slow;<br \/>\nAn hundred years should go to praise<br \/>\nThine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;<br \/>\nTwo hundred to adore each breast,<br \/>\nBut thirty thousand to the rest;<br \/>\nAn age at least to every part,<br \/>\nAnd the last age should show your heart.<br \/>\nFor, lady, you deserve this state,<br \/>\nNor would I love at lower rate.<br \/>\n       But at my back I always hear<br \/>\nTime\u2019s wing\u00e8d chariot hurrying near;<br \/>\nAnd yonder all before us lie<br \/>\nDeserts of vast eternity.<br \/>\nThy beauty shall no more be found;<br \/>\nNor, in thy marble vault, shall sound<br \/>\nMy echoing song; then worms shall try<br \/>\nThat long-preserved virginity,<br \/>\nAnd your quaint honour turn to dust,<br \/>\nAnd into ashes all my lust;<br \/>\nThe grave\u2019s a fine and private place,<br \/>\nBut none, I think, do there embrace.<br \/>\n       Now therefore, while the youthful hue<br \/>\nSits on thy skin like morning dew,<br \/>\nAnd while thy willing soul transpires<br \/>\nAt every pore with instant fires,<br \/>\nNow let us sport us while we may,<br \/>\nAnd now, like amorous birds of prey,<br \/>\nRather at once our time devour<br \/>\nThan languish in his slow-chapped power.<br \/>\nLet us roll all our strength and all<br \/>\nOur sweetness up into one ball,<br \/>\nAnd tear our pleasures with rough strife<br \/>\nThrough the iron gates of life:<br \/>\nThus, though we cannot make our sun<br \/>\nStand still, yet we will make him run.<\/p>\n<ul class=\"ssb_list_wrapper\"><li class=\"fb2\" style=\"width:135px\"><iframe src=\"\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.robgoll.com%2Fcontent%2Faudio-recordings%2Fto-his-coy-mistress-poem-andrew-marvell%2F&amp;layout=button_count&amp;action=like&amp;show_faces=false&amp;share=true&amp;width=135&amp;height=21&amp;appId=307091639398582\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" style=\"border:none; overflow:hidden;  width:150px; height:21px;\" allowTransparency=\"true\"><\/iframe><\/li><li class=\"twtr\" style=\"width:90px\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-url=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/to-his-coy-mistress-poem-andrew-marvell\/\">&nbsp;<\/a><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=\/^http:\/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+':\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js';fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document, 'script', 'twitter-wjs');<\/script><\/li><li class=\"gplus\" style=\"width:68px\"><div class=\"g-plusone\" data-size=\"medium\" data-href=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/to-his-coy-mistress-poem-andrew-marvell\/\"><\/div><\/li><li class=\"ssb_linkedin\" style=\"width:64px\"><script src=\"\/\/platform.linkedin.com\/in.js\" type=\"text\/javascript\">lang: en_US<\/script><script type=\"IN\/Share\" data-url=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/to-his-coy-mistress-poem-andrew-marvell\/\" data-counter=\"right\"><\/script><\/li><\/ul>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 78 &#8211; 100 days of poetry Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. 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