Poem by Robert Herrick

His Loss (Epigram)

All has been plunder'd from me but my wit:
Fortune herself can lay no claim to it.

1. To My Ill Reader
2. Kisses Loathsome
3. To Julia in the Temple
4. The Bracelet to Julia
5. To Dianeme (I could but see thee yesterday)

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