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A Sonnet of Perilla

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Then did I live when I did see
Perilla smile on none but me.
But, ah! by stars malignant crossed,
The life I got I quickly lost;
But yet a way there doth remain
For me embalm’d to live again,
And that’s to love me; in which state
I’ll live as one regenerate.

Published in Hesperides

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