And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pleasures might my passion move,
To live with thee, and be my love.
But fading flowers in every field,
To winter floods their treasures yield;
A honey'd tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
SIR W. RALEIGH.—Answer to Marlowe's "Come Live," &c.
Passions are likened best to floods and streams;