Young Love
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.
