Young Love

Come little Infant,

Love me now,

While thine unsuspected

Clear thine aged Fathers

From cold Jealousie and Fears.

Pretty surely 'twere to

By young Love old Time beguil'd:

While our Sportings are as

As the Nurses with the Child.

Common Beauties stay fifteen;

Such as yours should swifter move;

Whole fair Blossoms are too

Yet for lust, but not for Love.

Love as much the snowy

Or the wanton Kid does prize,

As the lusty Bull or Ram,

For his morning Sacrifice.

Now then love me: time may

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,

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.