Upon Love [A crystal vial Cupid brought]

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Title:     Upon Love [A crystal vial Cupid brought]
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

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.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: Upon Love

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