A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

114. 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.