Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.
Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.
The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges'side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood.