Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Love (I held Love's head while it did ache)

I held Love's head while it did ache;
But so it chanced to be,
The cruel pain did his forsake,
And forthwith came to me.

Ai me!  how shall my grief be still'd?
Or where else shall we find
One like to me, who must be kill'd
For being too-too-kind?

1. His Last Request to Julia
2. Things Mortal Still Mutable (Epigram)
3. To Sapho
4. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
5. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls

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