Summary: <br> <br> 30 September 2022<br> Announcement<br> Odd how easy a brief delay becomes a large one . . . But we’re back!<br> <br> The Waywords Podcast has gone through a bit of re-tooling, and we’re back with new episodes starting next week. <br> <br> Next up, a favorite of mine to discuss, Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress.” <br> <br> ===<br> <br> To His Coy Mistress<br> Andrew Marvell, 1681<br> <br> Had we but world enough, and time,<br> This coyness, Lady, were no crime.<br> We would sit down and think which way<br> To walk and pass our long love’s day.<br> Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side,<br> Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide<br> Of Humber would complain. I would<br> Love you ten years before the Flood,<br> And you should, if you please, refuse<br> Till the conversion of the Jews.<br> My vegetable love should grow<br> Vaster than empires, and more slow;<br> An hundred years should go to praise<br> Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;<br> Two hundred to adore each breast,<br> But thirty thousand to the rest;<br> An age at least to every part,<br> And the last age should show your heart.<br> For, Lady, you deserve this state,<br> Nor would I love at lower rate.<br> <br> But at my back I always hear<br> Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;<br> And yonder all before us lie<br> Deserts of vast eternity.<br> Thy beauty shall no more be found,<br> Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound<br> My echoing song; then worms shall try<br> That long preserved virginity,<br> And your quaint honor turn to dust,<br> And into ashes all my lust:<br> The grave’s a fine and private place,<br> But none, I think, do there embrace.<br> <br> Now therefore, while the youthful hue<br> Sits on thy skin like morning dew,<br> And while thy willing soul transpires<br> At every pore with instant fires,<br> Now let us sport us while we may,<br> And now, like amorous birds of prey,<br> Rather at once our time devour<br> Than languish in his slow-chapped power.<br> Let us roll all our strength and all<br> Our sweetness up into one ball,<br> And tear our pleasures with rough strife<br> Thorough the iron gates of life:<br> Thus, though we cannot make our sun<br> Stand still, yet we will make him run.<br> <br> <a href="https://waywordsstudio.com">https://waywordsstudio.com</a><br> <br> Complete Resources: <a href="https://waywordsstudio.com/project/marvell/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://waywordsstudio.com/project/marvell/</a><br> <br> ===<br> <br> The Waywords Podcast is the primary program of Waywords Studio (<a href="https://waywordsstudio.com">https://waywordsstudio.com</a>). The podcast posts new material each week, with deep-dive examinations of literature around some common questions or themes. <br> <br> Visit us for expanded resources for guests and the Waywords community, for other programs and writing, and for opportunities to support our goal to expand reading. Resources available can include full bibliographies of material referenced, full and partial texts, annotated editions, supplemental and expanded episodes, fictional explorations, teaching and learning resources, additional essays, and online courses. <br> <br> Website: <a href="https://waywordsstudio.com">https://waywordsstudio.com</a> <br> <br> Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/WaywordsStudio">@WaywordsStudio</a><br> <br> Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/waywordsstudio/">@WaywordsStudio </a><br> <br> Facebook: Waywords.Studio<br> <br> CREDITS:<br> <br> Original music by Randon Myles (<a href="https://randonmyles.com/">https://randonmyles.com/</a>)<br> <br> USING THIS WORK:<br> <br> This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4."></a>
