Now Serena be not coy, <br />Since we freely may enjoy <br />Sweet embraces, such delights, <br />As will shorten tedious nights. <br />Think that beauty will not stay <br />With you always, but away, <br />And that tyrannizing face <br />That now holds such perfect grace <br />Will both changed and ruined be; <br />So frail is all things as we see, <br />So subject unto conquering Time. <br />Then gather flowers in their prime, <br />Let them not fall and perish so; <br />Nature her bounties did bestow <br />On us that we might use them, and <br />'Tis coldness not to understand <br />What she and youth and form persuade <br />With opportunity that's made <br />As we could wish it. Let's, then, meet <br />Often with amorous lips, and greet <br />Each other till our wanton kisses <br />In number pass the day Ulysses <br />Consumed in travel, and the stars <br />That look upon our peaceful wars <br />With envious luster. If this store <br />Will not suffice, we'll number o'er <br />The same again, until we find <br />No number left to call to mind <br />And show our plenty. They are poor <br />That can count all they have and more.<br /><br />Sir Walter Raleigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-love-when-he-had-obtained-her/
