Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Felicity Quick of Flight

Every time seems short to be
That's measured by felicity;
But one half-hour that's made up here
With grief, seems longer than a year.

1. On Himself (Live by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die)
2. No Pains, No Gains
3. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
4. Purposes
5. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months

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