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Слушать(AI)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.
Henry King
Henry King (1592 – 30 September 1669) was an English poet who served as Bishop of Chichester.
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