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On Himself (9)

by Robert Herrick, 1648

I’ll sing no more, nor will I longer write
Of that sweet lady, or that gallant knight.
I’ll sing no more of frosts, snows, dews and showers;
No more of groves, meads, springs and wreaths of flowers.
I’ll write no more, nor will I tell or sing
Of Cupid and his witty cozening:
I’ll sing no more of death, or shall the grave
No more my dirges and my trentalls have.

Published in Hesperides

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