To His Mistress
Choose me your Valentine;
Next, let us marry;
Love to the death will pine
If we long tarry.
Promise and keep your vows.
Or vow ye never;
Love's doctrine disallows
Troth-breakers ever.
You have broke promise twice,
Dear, to undo me;
If you prove faithless thrice,
None then will woo ye.
—Robert Herrick