Whither dost thou hurry me,
Bacchus, being full of thee?
This way, that way, that way, this,–
Here and there a fresh Love is;
That doth like me, this doth please;
–Thus a thousand mistresses
I have now: yet I alone,
Having all, enjoy not one!
(Robert Herrick)
More Poetry from Robert Herrick:
- A Pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles: presented to the King (Robert Herrick Poems)
- His Litany, To The Holy Spirit (Robert Herrick Poems)
- His Winding-shee (Robert Herrick Poems)
- The Captiv'd Bee; Or, The Little Filcher (Robert Herrick Poems)
- The Beggar to Mab, The Queen Fairy (Robert Herrick Poems)
- A CONJURATION: TO ELECTRA (Robert Herrick Poems)