Poem by Robert Herrick

Upon Himself

Thou shalt not all die; for while Love's fire shines
Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines;
And learn'd musicians shall, to honour Herrick's
Fame, and his name, both set and sing his lyrics.

To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:--
Jocund his Muse was, but his Life was chaste.

1. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. Upon Man
3. Love, What It Is
4. Casualties
5. Felicity Quick of Flight

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