Make haste away, and let one be <br />A friendly patron unto thee; <br />Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie <br />Torn for the use of pastery; <br />Or see thy injured leaves serve well <br />To make loose gowns for mackarel; <br />Or see the grocers, in a trice, <br />Make hoods of thee to serve out spice.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-book/
