Here you will find the Poem Young Love of poet Andrew Marvell
Come little Infant, Love me now, While thine unsuspected years Clear thine aged Fathers brow From cold Jealousie and Fears. Pretty surely 'twere to see By young Love old Time beguil'd: While our Sportings are as free As the Nurses with the Child. Common Beauties stay fifteen; Such as yours should swifter move; Whole fair Blossoms are too green Yet for lust, but not for Love. Love as much the snowy Lamb Or the wanton Kid does prize, As the lusty Bull or Ram, For his morning Sacrifice. Now then love me: time may take Thee before thy time away: Of this Need wee'l Virtue make, And learn Love before we may. So we win of doubtful Fate; And, if good she to us meant, We that Good shall antedate, Or, if ill, that Ill prevent. Thus as Kingdomes, frustrating Other Titles to their Crown, In the craddle crown their King, So all Forraign Claims to drown. So, to make all Rivals vain, Now I crown thee with my Love: Crown me with thy Love again, And we both shall Monarchs prove.