Upon A Delaying Lady

A poem by Robert Herrick

Come, come away
Or let me go;
Must I here stay
Because you're slow,
And will continue so;
Troth, lady, no.

I scorn to be
A slave to state;
And since I'm free,
I will not wait,
Henceforth at such a rate,
For needy fate.

If you desire
My spark should glow,
The peeping fire
You must blow;
Or I shall quickly grow
To frost, or snow.