Poem by Robert Herrick

Upon a Virgin Kissing a Rose

'TWAS but a single Rose,
    Till you on it did breathe ;
But since, methinks, it shows
    Not so much Rose as wreath.

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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