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 TO SILVIA TO WED by Robert Herrick 
						Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;And loving lie in one devoted bed.
 Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;
 No sound calls back the year that once is past.
 Then, sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay;
 True love, we know, precipitates delay.
 Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove!
 No man, at one time, can be wise, and love.
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