Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

His Loss

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

1. Upon Julia's Voice
2. Men Mind No State in Sickness
3. Christs Words on the Crosse: “My God, My God”
4. Life Is the Body's Light
5. The Bell-Man (Along the dark and silent night)

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