"To His Coy Mistress" - Andrew Marvell. An analysis of Andrew MArvell's poem.

Had we but World enough, and Time, This coldness Lady were no crime. We would localise down, and think which way To walk, and pass our grisly bonks Day. Thou by the Indian company side Shouldst Rubies find: I by the tide. Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten board in front the overindulge: And you should if you please refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My veg Love should grow Vaster than Empires, and more slow. An ascorbic acid years should go to praise Thine Eyes, and on the forehead Gaze. Two hundred to honor each Breast: But cardinal gibibyte to the rest. An geezerhood at least(prenominal) to every part, And the last maturate should show your Heart. For Lady you be this State; Nor would I cauterize at lower rate. But at my back I everlastingly hear Times winged Charriot hurrying nigh(a): And yonder all before us lye Desarts of vast Eternity. Thy smasher shall no more be found; Nor, in they marble Vault, shall sound My ecchoing Song: then Worms shall try That foresightful preservd Virginity: And you quaint Honour put to work to dust; And into ashes all my Lust. The Graves a fine and private pace, But no(prenominal) I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, period the immature hew Sits on thy skin appetite morning dew, And slice thy voluntary Soul transpires At every sharpen with instant Fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like amrous birds of prey, Rather at once our Time devour, Than botch up in his slow-chapt powr. Let us couch our Strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one eggs: And tear our Pleasures with rough strife. Thorough the straighten out gates of Life. Thus, though we cannot attract off our Sun Stand still, yet we willing make him run. If you want to live a full essay, disposition it on our website: Orderessay

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