Literature

TO HIS COY MISTRESS by Andrew Marvell

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“TO HIS COY MISTRESS”


Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.

[A woman (more or less young), is the object of this older gentleman’s eye. She could be a coquette, one who uses arts to gain the admiration and the affections of men, merely for the gratification of vanity or from a desire of conquest; and, without any intention of responding to the feelings aroused in her plaything. At any rate, it was more the convention in Marvel’s day for a pretty woman when she found herself interacting with an available man, to display shyness or reserve or unwillingness, at least for the first little while.]

We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Should’st rubies find: I by the tide
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