Upon Himself (I am sieve-like, and can hold)

I am sieve-like, and can hold

Nothing hot or nothing cold.

Put in love, and put in too

Jealousy, and both will through:

Put in fear, and hope, and doubt;

What comes in runs quickly out:

Put in secrecies withal,

Whate'er enters, out it shall:

But if you can stop the sieve,

For mine own part, I'd as lief

Maids should say or virgins sing,

Herrick keeps, as holds nothing.