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His Answer To a Friend

by Robert Herrick, 1648

You ask me what I do, and how I live?
And, noble friend, this answer I must give:
Drooping, I draw on to the vaults of death,
O’er which you’ll walk, when I am laid beneath.

Published in Hesperides

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