Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Be Merry

Let's now take our time,
While we're in our prime,
And old, old age is afar off;
For the evil, evil days
Will come on apace,
Before we can be aware of.

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

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