Poem by Robert Herrick

A Hymn to Venus and Cupid

Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.
Let me, when I kiss a maid,
Taste her lips, so overlaid
With love's sirop, that I may
In your temple, when I pray,
Kiss the altar, and confess
There's in love no bitterness. 

1. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. Upon Man
3. Love, What It Is
4. Casualties
5. Felicity Quick of Flight

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