Loves Vsury

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　

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　

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　

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.　

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.