Bid Me To Love, And I Will

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's This Difference Known; Kings Seek Their Subjects' Good: Tyrants Their Own.

So When Or You Or I Are Made A Fable, Song, Or Fleeting Shade; All Love, All Liking, All Delight Lies Drowned With Us In Endless Night. Then While Time Serves, And We Are But Decaying; Come, My Corinna, Come, Let's Go A Maying.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.