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To His Friend, Mr. J. Jincks

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Love, love me now, because I place
Thee here among my righteous race:
The bastard slips may droop and die
Wanting both root and earth; but thy
Immortal self shall boldly trust
To live for ever with my Just.

Published in Hesperides
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