I am Sive-like, and can hold Nothing hot, or nothing cold. Put in Love, and put in too Jealousie, and both will through: Put in Feare, and hope, and doubt; What comes in, runnes quickly out: Put in secrecies withall, What ere enters, out it shall: But if you can stop the Sive, For mine own part I'de as lieve, Maides sho'd say, or Virgins sing, Herrick keeps, as holds nothing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY MY FORE-ELDERS by WILLIAM BARNES IN SOME FAR DISTANT TIME by CATHERINE BRADSHAW |