To Sylvia, To Wed By Robert Herrick

Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;

And loving lie in one devoted bed.

Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;

No sound calls back the year that once is past.

Then, sweetest Silvia, let’s no longer stay;

True love, we know, precipitates delay.

Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove!

No man, at one time, can be wise, and love.