Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))
Upon Love (A crystal vial Cupid brought)
A crystal vial Cupid brought, Which had a juice in it: Of which who drank, he said, no thought Of Love he should admit. I, greedy of the prize, did drink, And emptied soon the glass; Which burnt me so, that I do think The fire of hell it was. Give me my earthen cups again, The crystal I contemn, Which, though enchased with pearls, contain A deadly draught in them. And thou, O Cupid! come not to My threshold,—since I see, For all I have, or else can do, Thou still wilt cozen me.
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