Robert Herrick (Ðîáåðò Ãåððèê (Õåððèê))

A Hymn To Venus And Cupid

Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.
Let me, when I kiss a maid,
Taste her lips, so overlaid
With love's sirop, that I may
In your temple, when I pray,
Kiss the altar, and confess
There's in love no bitterness. 

1. Neutrality Loathsome
2. Up Scoble
3. Upon Shark
4. Departure Of The Good Daemon
5. The Bad Season Makes the Poet Sad

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