Author Robert Herrick Burne, or drowne me, choose ye whether, So I may but die together: Thus to slay me by degrees, Is the height of Cruelties. What needs twenty stabs, when one Strikes me dead as any stone? O shew mercy then, and be Kind at once to murder mee. Tags Short Poems 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