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No Luck In Love

by Robert Herrick, 1648

I do love I know not what,
Sometimes this and sometimes that;
All conditions I aim at.

But, as luckless, I have yet
Many shrewd disasters met
To gain her whom I would get.

Therefore now I’ll love no more
As I’ve doted heretofore:
He who must be, shall be poor.

Published in Hesperides

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