Whither? say, whither shall I fly,
To slack these flames wherein I fry?
To the treasures, shall I go,
Of the rain, frost, hail, and snow?
Shall I search the underground,
Where all damps and mists are found?
Shall I seek (for speedy ease)
All the floods and frozen seas?
Or descend into the deep,
Where eternal cold does keep?
These may cool; but there's a zone
Colder yet than anyone:
That's my Julia's breast, where dwells
Such destructive icicles,
As that the congelation will
Me sooner starve than those can kill.
The Frozen Zone; Or, Julia Disdainful
Robert Herrick
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W.Mary Gwynne.: Sounds like his last sixteen lines!? or 5+5+2.
Well put.
Wendy Gwynne: Sound like his last sixteen lines? Well put.