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Honours Are Hindrances

by Robert Herrick, 1647

Give me honours! what are these,
But the pleasing hindrances?
Stiles, and stops, and stays that come
In the way ‘twixt me and home;
Clear the walk, and then shall I
To my heaven less run than fly.

Published in Noble Numbers

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