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Robert Herrick

To Youth

Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.

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Upon Tears

Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.

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Peace Not Permanent

Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.

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Upon A Painted Gentlewoman

Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true;
But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.

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Nothing Free-cost

Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let
His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat.

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Casualties

Good things, that come of course, far less do please
Than those which come by sweet contingencies.

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Tears And Laughter

Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away,
Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.

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Safety On The Shore

What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore;
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danced before.

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His Wish To Privacy

Give me a cell
To dwell,
Where no foot hath
A path;
There will I spend,
And end,
My wearied years
In tears.

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The Rosary

One asked me where the roses grew:
I bade him not go seek,
But forwith bade my Julia show
A bud in either cheek.

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