Poem by Robert Herrick

The Bride-Cake

This day, my Julia, thou must make
For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake:
Knead but the dough, and it will be
To paste of almonds turn'd by thee;
Or kiss it thou but once or twice,
And for the bride-cake there'll be spice.

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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