Текст песни Coy mistress

If we had but world enough and time This coyness mistress would be no crime I would spend a thousand years to adore each breast And a considerably longer amount for all the rest But time's winged chariot is ever at our back And its long skanky finger will go smack, smack, smack The grave's a fine and private place But none I think do there embrace So let us take all our sweetness and wrap it up into one ball And thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still Yet we shall make him run!