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His Recantation

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Love, I recant,
  And pardon crave
That lately I offended;
      But ’twas,
  To make a brave,
But no disdain intended.

  No more I’ll vaunt,
  For now I see
Thou only hast the power
      To find
      And bind
  A heart that’s free,
And slave it in an hour.

Published in Hesperides

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