A Crystal Vial Cupid Brought, Which Had A Juice In It: Of Which Who Drank, He Said, No Thought Of Love He Should Admit. I, Greedy Of The Prize, Did Drink, And Emptied Soon The Glass; Which Burnt Me So, That I Do Think The Fire Of Hell It Was. Give Me My Earthen Cups Again, The Crystal I Contemn, Which, Though Enchased With Pearls, Contain A Deadly Draught In Them. And Thou, O Cupid! Come Not To My Threshold, Since I See, For All I Have, Or Else Can Do, Thou Still Wilt Cozen Me.