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. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
5. Upon Tears

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