To His Coy Mistress

Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think ______ way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
______ by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I ______ the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love ______ ten years before the flood,
And you should, if ______ please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My ______ love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
______ hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and ______ thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
______ thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least ______ every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I ______ at lower rate.
       But at my back I ______ hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all ______ us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall ______ more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall ______
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ______ all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
       Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like ______ dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every ______ with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while ______ may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather ______ once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our ______ up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with ______ strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though ______ cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will ______ him run.

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