Come little infant, love me now, 
           While thine unsuspected years 
Clear thine agèd father’s brow 
           From cold jealousy and fears. 

Pretty, surely, ’twere to see 
            By young Love old Time beguiled: 
While our sportings are as free 
            As the nurse’s with the child. 

Common beauties stay fifteen; 
           Such as yours should swifter move, 
Whose fair blossoms are too green 
            Yet for Lust, but not for Love. 

Love as much the snowy lamb, 
           Or the wanton kid, does prize, 
As the lusty bull or ram, 
           For his morning sacrifice. 

Now then love me: Time may take 
           Thee before thy time away: 
Of this need we’ll virtue make, 
           And learn love before we may. 

So we win of doubtful Fate; 
           And, if good she to us meant, 
We that good shall antedate, 
           Or, if ill, that ill prevent. 

Thus as kingdoms, frustrating 
           Other titles to their crown, 
In the cradle crown their king, 
           So all foreign claims to drown, 

So, to make all rivals vain, 
           Now I crown thee with my love: 
Crown me with thy love again, 
           And we both shall monarchs prove.