Delay in Love's a Lingering Pain

I care not for these idle toys
That must be wooed and prayed to;
Come, sweet love, let's use the joys
That men and women use to do.

The first man had a woman
Created for his use, you know;
Then never seek so close to keep
A jewel of a price so low.

Delay in love's a lingering pain
That never can be cured;
Unless that love have love again,
'Tis not to be endured.