Henry King

Here you will find the Poem Loves Harvest of poet Henry King

Loves Harvest

Fond Lunatick forbear, why do'st thou sue 
For thy affections pay e're it is due? 
Loves fruits are legal use; and therefore may 
Be onely taken on the marriage day. 
Who for this interest too early call, 
By that exaction lose the Principall. 
Then gather not those immature delights, 
Untill their riper Autumn thee invites. 
He that abortive Corn cuts off his ground, 
No Husband but a Ravisher is found: 
So those that reap their love before they wed, 
Do in effect but Cuckold their own Bed.