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On Himself

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Young I was, but now am old,
But I am not yet grown cold;
I can play, and I can twine
‘Bout a virgin like a vine:
In her lap too I can lie
Melting, and in fancy die;
And return to life if she
Claps my cheek, or kisseth me:
Thus, and thus it now appears
That our love outlasts our years.

Published in Hesperides

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