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...TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS AND HIS FLATTERER by ARISTOPHANES ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY by JAMES BEATTIE PSALM 43. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |