Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Love

I'm free from thee; and thou no more shalt hear
My puling pipe to beat against thine ear.
Farewell my shackles, though of pearl they be;
Such precious thraldom ne'er shall fetter me.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke,
Submits his neck unto a second yoke.

1. Upon Linnet. Epig.
2. Money Gets the Mastery
3. Kings and Tyrants
4. Upon Shift
5. To His Mistresses

John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) To Love ("O Love! how cold and slow to take my Part?")

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