Ametas And Thestylis Making Hay-Ropes - Poem by Andrew Marvell
Think'st Thou that this Love can stand,
Whilst Thou still dost say me nay?
Love unpaid does soon disband:
Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay.
Think'st Thou that this Rope would twine
If we both should turn one way?
Where both parties so combine,
Neither Love will twist nor Hay.
Thus you vain Excuses find,
Which your selve and us delay:
And Love tyes a Womans Mind
Looser then with Ropes of Hay.
What you cannot constant hope
Must be taken as you may.
Then let's both lay by our Rope,
And go kiss within the Hay.
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