Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love

What needs complaints,
When she a place
Has with the race
Of saints?
In endless mirth,
She thinks not on
What's said or done
In earth:
She sees no tears,
Or any tone
Of thy deep groan
She hears;
Nor does she mind,
Or think on't now,
That ever thou
Wast kind:—
But changed above,
She likes not there,
As she did here,
Thy love.
—Forbear, therefore,
And lull asleep
Thy woes, and weep
No more.

1. Orpheus
2. Upon Love: By Way of Question and Answer
3. Lovers How They Come and Part
4. The Kiss: A Dialogue
5. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis

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