Walter Raleigh Quote

But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay,-- What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.

The Works of Sir Walter Ralegh, Kt., Now First Collected: Miscellaneous works (ed. 1829)