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b"Andrew Marvell read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------\\n\\nTo His Coy Mistress\\nby Andrew Marvell\\n\\n\\nHad we but world enough, and time, \\nThis coyness, Lady, were no crime \\nWe would sit down and think which way \\nTo walk and pass our long love's day. \\nThou by the Indian Ganges' side \\nShouldst rubies find: I by the tide \\nOf Humber would complain. I would \\nLove you ten years before the Flood, \\nAnd you should, if you please, refuse \\nTill the conversion of the Jews. \\nMy vegetable love should grow \\nVaster than empires, and more slow; \\nAn hundred years should go to praise \\nThine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; \\nTwo hundred to adore each breast, \\nBut thirty thousand to the rest; \\nAn age at least to every part, \\nAnd the last age should show your heart. \\nFor, Lady, you deserve this state, \\nNor would I love at lower rate. \\n\\nBut at my back I always hear \\nTime's wing\\xe8d chariot hurrying near; \\nAnd yonder all before us lie \\nDeserts of vast eternity. \\nThy beauty shall no more be found, \\nNor, in thy marble vault, shall sound \\nMy echoing song: then worms shall try \\nThat long preserved virginity, \\nAnd your quaint honour turn to dust, \\nAnd into ashes all my lust: \\nThe grave 's a fine and private place, \\nBut none, I think, do there embrace. \\n\\nNow therefore, while the youthful hue \\nSits on thy skin like morning dew, \\nAnd while thy willing soul transpires \\nAt every pore with instant fires, \\nNow let us sport us while we may, \\nAnd now, like amorous birds of prey, \\nRather at once our time devour \\nThan languish in his slow-chapt power. \\nLet us roll all our strength and all \\nOur sweetness up into one ball, \\nAnd tear our pleasures with rough strife \\nThorough the iron gates of life: \\nThus, though we cannot make our sun \\nStand still, yet we will make him run. \\n\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008."