To His Coy Mistress

“Now therefore, while the youthful hue/Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpire/ At every pore with instant fires,/ Now let us sport us while we may,/ And now, like amorous birds of prey,/ Rather at once our time devour/ Than languish in his slow-clapped power./ Let us roll all our strength and all/ Our sweetness up into one ball,/ And tear our pleasures with rough strife/ Through the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun/ Stand still, yet we will make him run.”

In my opinion, I feel with this poem he made each stanza have a different feel for what he was feeling at the time. I picked the last stanza because the way he profess love about his mistress. In the beginning he talks about time and how they might not have a lot of time for the love they have for each other. So he says they should leave in the moment for now, and love each other while they can because once they pass it is no more and its over. In my opinion I believe they are racing against time for love and they are going to take all their love and strength and ball it up into this huge ball, and keep it forever because in the end love is all they have.