Of Sorrow’s Tears

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, dives1 through, the heart to seek.2
Which heart would be burned up with fire of grief,3           5
Did not those tears with moisture give relief.

  1. Falls on the breast, dives] Fall on the Breast, Dive 1664; Fall on the Breast, dive 1668
  2. seek.] meet. 1653
  3. would be burned up with fire of grief,] burnt up would be with fire of grief, 1653