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 in speech or done an act that is foul I'll expiate with sulphur, hair and salt: And with the crystal humour of the spring Purge hence the guilt, and kill the quarrelling. Wilt thou not smile, nor tell me what's amiss? Have I been cold to hug thee, too remiss, Too temperate in embracing? Tell me, has desire To-thee-ward died in the embers, and no fire Left in the raked-up ashes, as a mark To testify the glowing of a spark? †I must confess I left thee, and appeal 'Twas done by me more to increase my zeal, And double my affection[†]; as do those Whose love grows more inflamed by being froze. But to forsake thee, [†] could there ever be A thought of such-like possibility? When all the world may know that vines shall lack Grapes, before Herrick leave Canary sack. Sack makes me sprightful, airy to be borne, Like Iphyclus, upon the tops of corn. Sack makes me nimble, as the wingèd hours, To dance and caper o'er the tops of flowers, And ride the sunbeams. Can there be a thing Under the cope of heaven that can bring More joy unto my soul, or can present My Genius with a fuller blandishment? Illustrious Idol! Can the Egyptians seek
 * Against thy purer essence? For that fault
 * Sack is my life, my leaven, salt to all
 * My dearest dainties, nay, 'tis the principal
 * Fire unto all my functions, gives me blood,
 * An active spirit, full marrow, and, what is good,