With Regards Mr. Marvell

This coyness sir that speak you of
Ignored would be if true your love.
Along the river sit and talk,
And you beside me all a-gawk.
Flattered by your praise and notice,
Talk of beauty of the lotus.
Attention to each little part
Of all of me should win my heart,
But words of death and des'lation,
Fleeting beauty, honour taken,
Does not instill encouragement,
But turns me cold with what you meant.