Had we but world enough and time...

Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Time slips through our fingers, like fine sand in a hourglass. You uselessly try to hold on to every grain. I say sod that. Throw it around! Make the most of every precious moment you have.

But what if we had all the time in the world....? As Andrew Marvell lovingly penned to his "coy mistress", if he had the time he wanted, he would love her "ten years before the Flood", and that "An hundred years should go to praise [her] eyes, and on [her] forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part" before going on to declare that "...the last age should show thy heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate".

Imagine a love like that! Without any bounds or time constraints. Free to love as long and as deeply as one wished. Ok, so Marvell went on to basically say if she didn't have sex with him soon, he would give up!! Or something to that effect. But the sheer romance of the concept of an infinite love...

Sadly, romance is thin on the ground these days. So one must be practical. We don't have a lot of time to do everything we would like to do in our lives. So what can one do? Make the sun run, of course!

Well? What are you waiting for? :)

[On a side note, I am rather curious if Marvell finally got his mistress to succumb to his demands. With a poem like that, I'd be very surprised if he didn't! Never underestimate the seductive power of words...]