Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Julia's Voice

When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink-in notes and numbers, such
As blessed souls can't hear too much
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranced, and lost confusedly;
And by thy music strucken mute,
Die, and be turn'd into a Lute.

1. Love, What It Is
2. Upon Tears
3. Wlt Punished Prospers Most
4. No Pains, No Gains
5. Upon Wrinkles

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