Sir Walter Raleigh

No mortal thing can bear so high a price,
But that with mortal thing it may be bought.

No mortal thing can bear so high a price,
But that with mortal thing it may be bought.

But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' read more

But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' allure him
And but one to bid him go.
When lips invite,
And eyes delight,
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June,
Persuade delay,--
What boots to say
Forego me now, come to me soon.

Fain would I but dare not; I dare, and yet I may not;
I may, although I care not read more

Fain would I but dare not; I dare, and yet I may not;
I may, although I care not for pleasure when I play not.