Poem by Robert Herrick

Upon His Gray Hairs

Fly me not, though I be gray,
Lady, this I know you'll say;
Better look the roses red,
When with white commingled.
Black your hairs are; mine are white;
This begets the more delight,
When things meet most opposite;
As in pictures we descry
Venus standing Vulcan by.

1. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls
2. His Last Request to Julia
3. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
4. To Sapho
5. Upon Julia's Ribbon

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