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. Upon Tears
2. Felicity Quick of Flight
3. Purposes
4. No Pains, No Gains
5. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman

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