Poem by Robert Herrick

To Perenna

When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy
In any one, the least indecency;
But every line and limb diffused thence
A fair and unfamiliar excellence;
So that the more I look, the more I prove
There's still more cause why I the more should love.

1. His Last Request to Julia
2. To Sapho
3. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
4. Things Mortal Still Mutable (Epigram)
5. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls

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