Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

I Call and I Call

I call, I call:  who do ye call?
The maids to catch this cowslip ball!
But since these cowslips fading be,
Troth, leave the flowers, and maids, take me!
Yet, if that neither you will do,
Speak but the word, and I'll take you.

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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