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Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))


A Hymn To Love


I will confess
With cheerfulness,
Love is a thing so likes me,
That, let her lay
On me all day,
I'll kiss the hand that strikes me.

I will not, I,
Now blubb'ring cry,
It, ah! too late repents me
That I did fall
To love at all--
Since love so much contents me.

No, no, I'll be
In fetters free;
While others they sit wringing
Their hands for pain,
I'll entertain
The wounds of love with singing.

With flowers and wine,
And cakes divine,
To strike me I will tempt thee;
Which done, no more
I'll come before
Thee and thine altars empty. 



Robert Herrick's other poems:
  1. What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have
  2. To Heaven
  3. Upon Her Eyes
  4. The Hour-Glass
  5. Upon A Maid


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