When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay <br />But here awhile, to languish and decay; <br />Like to these garden glories, which here be <br />The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee: <br />With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry, <br />Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die!<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-kinswoman-mistress-susanna-herrick/
