Poem by Robert Herrick

To My Ill Reader

THOU say'st my lines are hard,
   And I the truth will tell—
They are both hard and marr'd
   If thou not read'st them well. 

1. I Call and I Call
2. Upon the Detracter
3. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
4. Love, What It Is
5. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman

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