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Upon Cupid (3)

by Robert Herrick, 1648

As lately I a garland bound,
‘Mongst roses I there Cupid found;
I took him, put him in my cup,
And drunk with wine, I drank him up.
Hence then it is that my poor breast
Could never since find any rest.

Published in Hesperides
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