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To His Maid, Prew

by Robert Herrick, 1648

These summer-birds did with thy master stay
The times of warmth, but then they flew away,
Leaving their poet, being now grown old,
Expos’d to all the coming winter’s cold.
But thou, kind Prew, did’st with my fates abide
As well the winter’s as the summer’s tide;
For which thy love, live with thy master here,
Not one, but all the seasons of the year.

Published in Hesperides
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