Whither dost thou hurry me, <br />Bacchus, being full of thee? <br />This way, that way, that way, this,-- <br />Here and there a fresh Love is; <br />That doth like me, this doth please; <br />--Thus a thousand mistresses <br />I have now: yet I alone, <br />Having all, enjoy not one!<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-bacchus-a-canticle/
