Роберт Геррик (Херрик) (Robert Herrick)

To Bacchus

       A Canticle

Whither dost thou hurry me,
Bacchus, being full of thee?
This way, that way, that way, this,—
Here and there a fresh Love is;
That doth like me, this doth please;
—Thus a thousand mistresses
I have now:  yet I alone,
Having all, enjoy not one!