Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To His Saviour, a Child; A Present, by a Child

Go, pretty child, and bear this flower
Unto thy little Saviour;
And tell him, by that bud now blown,
He is the Rose of Sharon known.
When thou hast said so, stick it there
Upon his bib or stomacher;
And tell him, for good handsel too,
That thou hast brought a whistle new,
Made of a clean straight oaten reed,
To charm his cries at time of need;
Tell him, for coral, thou hast none,
But if thou hadst, he should have one;
But poor thou art, and known to be
Even as moneyless as he.
Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss
From those melifluous lips of his;—
Then never take a second on,
To spoil the first impression.

1. An Ode of the Birth of Our Saviour
2. An Epitaph upon a Virgin
3. The Dirge of Jephthah's Daughter: Sung by the Virgins
4. To His Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick
5. On Himself (I'll write no more of love, but now repent)

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