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