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Poem by Robert Herrick


Upon Love (I held Love's head while it did ache)


I held Love's head while it did ache;
But so it chanced to be,
The cruel pain did his forsake,
And forthwith came to me.

Ai me!  how shall my grief be still'd?
Or where else shall we find
One like to me, who must be kill'd
For being too-too-kind?



Robert Herrick


Robert Herrick's other poems:
  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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