Of Love (I do not love, nor can it be)
I do not love, nor can it beLove will in vain spend shafts on me;I did this godhead once defy,Since which I freeze, but cannot fry.Yet out, alas! the death's the same,Kill'd by a frost or by a flame.
Robert Herrick (1591-1674) (1591–1674)
I do not love, nor can it beLove will in vain spend shafts on me;I did this godhead once defy,Since which I freeze, but cannot fry.Yet out, alas! the death's the same,Kill'd by a frost or by a flame.