-Marvell
-had we but world enough and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime
-if we had all the time in the world, we would do things slow, and our love would grow
-but at my back I always hear time’s winged chariot hurrying near
-your beauty will soon disappear, and we may die so we should get together
-thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run