Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Old Wives' Prayer

Holy-Rood, come forth and shield
Us i' th' city and the field;
Safely guard us, now and aye,
From the blast that burns by day;
And those sounds that us affright
In the dead of dampish night;
Drive all hurtful fiends us fro,
By the time the cocks first crow.

1. Love, What It Is
2. No Pains, No Gains
3. Upon Wrinkles
4. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
5. Upon Tears

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