Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Shower of Blossoms

Love in a shower of blossoms came
Down, and half drown'd me with the same;
The blooms that fell were white and red;
But with such sweets commingled,
As whether (this) I cannot tell,
My sight was pleased more, or my smell;
But true it was, as I roll'd there,
Without a thought of hurt or fear,
Love turn'd himself into a bee,
And with his javelin wounded me;—-
From which mishap this use I make;
Where most sweets are, there lies a snake;
Kisses and favours are sweet things;
But those have thorns, and these have stings.

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

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