A Song Against Delays in Love

I.

In Love, Procrastination is,
As 'tis in Charity, a Crime,
And Kindnesses turn Injuries,
For which, we Patience lose, and Time;
The Gift is lost in its Delay,
Which costs us Life, the dearest Pay:

II.

And that Death is the most severe,
For which, in Pain, we longest wait,
As Punishments, ev'n Mercies are,
But by their falling on us, strait;
For Joys grow Griefs by lingering,
By Mens vain Hopes, true Sorrows bring.

III.

Delay grows the worst Torturer,
Under pretence of Mercy too,
Whilst sudden Death's our Rescuer,
Shows Mercy, giving soon the Blow;
To those, who live in Pain for Life,
Death's kindest, which ends soonest Grief.

IV.

Then, if I'm by Thee, doom'd to die,
Show me some Mercy, showing none,
Oblige me by Thy Cruelty,
From Hell to save me, kill me soon;
Then I, thy Mercy shall confess,
To be more, as You show me less.
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