I PRAY thee, leave, love me no more, <br /> Call home the heart you gave me! <br />I but in vain that saint adore <br /> That can but will not save me. <br />These poor half-kisses kill me quite-- <br /> Was ever man thus served? <br />Amidst an ocean of delight <br /> For pleasure to be starved? <br /> <br />Show me no more those snowy breasts <br /> With azure riverets branched, <br />Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts, <br /> Yet is my thirst not stanched; <br />O Tantalus, thy pains ne'er tell! <br /> By me thou art prevented: <br />'Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell, <br /> But thus in Heaven tormented. <br /> <br />Clip me no more in those dear arms, <br /> Nor thy life's comfort call me, <br />O these are but too powerful charms, <br /> And do but more enthral me! <br />But see how patient I am grown <br /> In all this coil about thee: <br />Come, nice thing, let my heart alone, <br /> I cannot live without thee!<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-coy-love-2/
