A crystal vial Cupid brought, <br />Which had a juice in it: <br />Of which who drank, he said, no thought <br />Of Love he should admit. <br /> <br />I, greedy of the prize, did drink, <br />And emptied soon the glass; <br />Which burnt me so, that I do think <br />The fire of hell it was. <br /> <br />Give me my earthen cups again, <br />The crystal I contemn, <br />Which, though enchased with pearls, contain <br />A deadly draught in them. <br /> <br />And thou, O Cupid! come not to <br />My threshold,--since I see, <br />For all I have, or else can do, <br />Thou still wilt cozen me.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-love/
