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Upon Love (6)

by Robert Herrick, 1648

In a dream, Love bade me go
    To the galleys there to row;
    In the vision I ask’d why?
    Love as briefly did reply,
’Twas better there to toil, than prove
The turmoils they endure that love.
    I awoke, and then I knew
    What Love said was too-too true;
    Henceforth therefore I will be,
    As from love, from trouble free.
None pities him that’s in the snare,

And, warned before, would not beware.

Published in Hesperides
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