Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To His Book

While thou didst keep thy candour undefil'd,
Dearly I lov'd thee as my first-born child,
But when I saw thee wantonly to roam
From house to house, and never stay at home,
I brake my bonds of love, and bade thee go,
Regardless whether well thou sped'st or no.
On with thy fortunes then, whate'er they be:
If good, I'll smile; if bad, I'll sigh for thee.

1. Christs Words on the Crosse: “My God, My God”
2. Men Mind No State in Sickness
3. Upon a Child That Died
4. Upon Julia's Voice
5. Life Is the Body's Light

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