Poem by Robert Herrick

Upon a Delaying Lady

     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.

1. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
3. Love, What It Is
4. Upon the Detracter
5. Casualties

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