by Robert Herrick

COME, come away,
Or let me go ;
Must I here stay
Because you're slow,
And will continue so ?
Troth, lady, no.

I scorn to be
A slave to state :
And, since I'm free,
I will not wait
Henceforth at such a rate
For needy fate.

If you desire
My spark should glow,
The peeping fire
You must blow,
Or I shall quickly grow
To frost or snow.

Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 172.

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