Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Cupid

Love, like a gipsy, lately came,
And did me much importune
To see my hand, that by the same
He might foretell my fortune.

He saw my palm; and then, said he,
I tell thee, by this score here,
That thou, within few months, shalt be
The youthful Prince D'Amour here.

I smiled, and bade him once more prove,
And by some cross-line show it,
That I could ne'er be Prince of Love,
Though here the Princely Poet. 

1. Моему злому читателю • To My Ill Reader
2. Противление поцелуям • Kisses Loathsome
3. К Юлии в храме • To Julia in the Temple
4. To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday)
5. The Fairies

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