Robert Herrick: To Dews. A Song.

TO DEWS. A SONG.
by Robert Herrick

I BURN, I burn ; and beg of you
To quench or cool me with your dew.
I fry in fire, and so consume,
Although the bile be all perfume.
Alas ! the heat and death's the same,
Whether by choice or common flame
To be in oil of roses drowned,
Or water ; where's the comfort found ?
Both bring one death ; and I die here
Unless you cool me with a tear :
Alas ! I call ; but ah ! I see
Ye cool, and comfort all but me.

Source:
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 60.

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