HAD we but world enough, and time,               

       If we had all of time in this world,  

This coyness, Lady, were no crime

      The resistance you show would not a crime.                    

We would sit down and think which way

      We would sit and think about what we could do   

To walk and pass our long love's day.

      We would walk around and pass the day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges' side

      If you were on  the banks of the Indian Gange river

Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide

      And found rubies: If I were by the shore

Of Humber would complain. I would

Of the Humber, away from you, I would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the Flood,

      Love you for years before we met,

And you should, if you please, refuse

     And if you want to resist

Till the conversion of the Jews.

     Until the end of time.

My vegetable love should grow

     My love will continue to grow

Vaster than empires, and more slow;

     Greater than empires, and yet slower;

An hundred years should go to praise

     Because for many years I will give you praise

Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;

     I will look at your eyes and look at your forehead

Two hundred to adore each breast,

     I will look at each of your breasts for a long time

But thirty thousand to the rest;

    The rest of your body is where I spend most of my time

An age at least to every part,

     I will spend a lot of time on every part of your body,

And the last age should show your heart.

    And then, I will spend the most time on your heart.

For, Lady, you deserve this state,

    You, my Lady deserve this treatment,           

Nor would I love at lower rate.

    And I would not give you less than you deserve.

  But at my back I always hear

    Yet, I have this voice in my head telling me

Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;

    That time is short and passes quickly;

And yonder all before us lie

    And who knows what can happen

Deserts of vast eternity.

    We could die at any moment.

Thy beauty shall no more be found,

     If you died you would not be beautiful anymore,

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

     And in the grave, you would not hear

My echoing song: then worms shall try

 The words that I want to tell you: then worms will examine

That long preserved virginity,

     The virginity that you so protect,

And your quaint honour turn to dust,

     Will not matter anymore,

And into ashes all my lust:

     And all of my feelings will have died:

The grave 's a fine and private place,

     Death is okay and all,

But none, I think, do there embrace.

     But, I believe, everyone is alone in their grave.

  Now therefore, while the youthful hue

     So, while youth and beauty

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

     Sits on your skin lightly,

And while thy willing soul transpires

     And while you resist your feelings

At every pore with instant fires,

     All of your skin desires it,

Now let us sport us while we may,

     We should have sex as soon as possible,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

     And so, we should lustfully attack each other,

Rather at once our time devour

     Instead of wasting our time

Than languish in his slow-chapt power.

     Waiting for things to happen.

Let us roll all our strength and all

     So we should focus all of our energies,

Our sweetness up into one ball,

     All of our emotions in to one thing,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

     And let all of our desires out, passionately

Thorough the iron gates of life:

     It is only though living we learn

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

     That, even though we don’t make life

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

     Slow down, we will fill our lives while we can.