Fond Lunatick forbear, why do'st thou sue
For thy affections pay e're it is due?
Loves fruits are legal use; and therefore may
Be onely taken on the marriage day.
Who for this interest too early call,
By that exaction lose the Principall.
Then gather not those immature delights,
Untill their riper Autumn thee invites.
He that abortive Corn cuts off his ground,
No Husband but a Ravisher is found:
So those that reap their love before they wed,
Do in effect but Cuckold their own Bed.
More verses by Henry King
- Athe Anniverse. An Elegy.
- Another Of The Same, Paraphrased For An Antheme
- An Elegy Upon Mrs. Kirk Unfortunately Drowned In Thames
- Being Waked Out Of My Sleep By A Snuff Of Candle Which Offended Me, I Thus Thought
- An Elegy Upon S. W. R.