Poem by Robert Herrick

To Julia in the Temple

BESIDES us two, i' th' temple here's not one
To make up now a congregation.
Let's to the altar of perfumes then go,
And say short prayers; and when we have done so,
Then we shall see, how in a little space
Saints will come in to fill each pew and place. 

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

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