Into the cup of love pour sorrow’s tears,
Where every drop a perfect image bears,
And trickling down the hill of beauty’s cheek,
Falls on the breast, dives[note]Falls on the breast, dives] Fall on the Breast, Dive 1664; Fall on the Breast, dive 1668 [/note] through, the heart to seek.[note]seek.] meet. 1653 [/note]
Which heart would be burned up with fire of grief,[note]would be burned up with fire of grief,] burnt up would be with fire of grief, 1653 [/note] 5
Did not those tears with moisture give relief.