Author Robert Herrick Thou gav'st me leave to kiss, Thou gav'st me leave to woo; Thou mad'st me think, by this And that, thou lov'st me too. But I shall ne'er forget How, for to make thee merry Thou mad'st me chop, but yet Another snapp'd the cherry. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments