To Silvia To Wedby Robert HerrickLET us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wedAnd loving lie in one devoted bed.Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post-haste ;No sound calls back the year that once is past.Then, sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay ;True love, we know, precipitates delay.Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove ;No man at one time can be wise and love.