by Robert Herrick
WHEN I consider, dearest, thou dost stay
But here a-while, to languish and decay,
Like to these garden-glories, which here be
The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee ;
With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry :
Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die.
Source:
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 243.
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