Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Silvia

Pardon my trespass, Silvia! I confess
My kiss out-went the bounds of shamefacedness:—
None is discreet at all times; no, not Jove
Himself, at one time, can be wise and love.

1. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. Upon the Detracter
3. Upon Wrinkles
4. Casualties
5. Upon Tears

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