John Fletcher (1579–1625)

COME, shepherds, come!

Come away

Without delay,

Whilst the gentle time doth stay.

Green woods are dumb,

And will never tell to any

Those dear kisses, and those many

Sweet embraces, that are given;

Dainty pleasures, that would even

Raise in coldest age a fire,

And give virgin-blood desire.

Then, if ever,

Now or never,

Come and have it:

Think not I

Dare deny,

If you crave it.