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On Love

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Love bade me ask a gift,
  And I no more did move
But this, that I might shift
  Still with my clothes my love:
That favour granted was;
  Since which, though I love many,
Yet so it comes to pass
  That long I love not any.

Published in Hesperides

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