For every houre that thou wilt spare mee now, I will allow, Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee, When with my browne, my gray haires equall bee; Till then, Love, let my body raigne, and let 5 Mee travell, sojourne, snatch, plot, have, forget, Resume my last yeares relict: thinke that yet We'had never met. Let mee thinke any rivalls letter mine, And at next nine 10 Keepe midnights promise; mistake by the way The maid, and tell the Lady of that delay; Onely let mee love none, no, not the sport; From country grasse, to comfitures of Court, Or cities quelque choses, let report 15 My minde transport. This bargaine's good; if when I'am old, I bee Inflam'd by thee, If thine owne honour, or my shame, or paine, Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gaine. 20 Doe thy will then, then subject and degree, And fruit of love, Love I submit to thee, Spare mee till then, I'll beare it, though she bee One that loves mee. [Loves Vsury. _1633-69_, _L74:_ _no title_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _P_, _S:_ Elegie. _S96_] [5 raigne, _1633_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _P_, _S:_ range, _1635-69_, _O'F_, _S96_. _See note_] [6 snatch, _1633_, _1669:_ match, _1635-54_] [7 relict] relique _1669_] [12 that] her _1669_] [13 sport; _1669:_ sport _1633-54:_ sport, _most MSS._] [15 let report _1633_, _1669_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _P_, _S:_ let not report _1635-54_, _O'F_, _S96_, _Chambers_. _See note_] [19 or paine _1633, 1669, and most MSS.:_ and paine _1635-54_, _O'F_] [22 fruit] fruites _B_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _S96_] [24 loves _1633, 1669 and all the MSS.:_ love _1635-54_] _The Canonization._ For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsie, or my gout, My five gray haires, or ruin'd fortune flout, With wealth your state, your minde with Arts improve, Take you a course, get you a place, 5 Observe his honour, or his grace, Or the Kings reall, or his stamped face Contemplate, what you will, approve, So you will let me love. Alas, alas, who's injur'd by my love? 10 What merchants ships have my sighs drown'd? Who saies my teares have overflow'd his ground? When did my colds a forward spring remove? When did the heats which my veines fill Adde one more to the plaguie Bill? 15 Soldiers finde warres, and Lawyers finde out still Litigious men, which quarrels move, Though she and I do love.