Poem by Robert Herrick

To Silvia

Pardon my trespass, Silvia! I confess
My kiss out-went the bounds of shamefacedness:—
None is discreet at all times; no, not Jove
Himself, at one time, can be wise and love.

1. I Call and I Call
2. Loss from the Least
3. Upon the Detracter
4. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
5. Love, What It Is

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