Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To His Mistresses

Put on your silks, and piece by piece
Give them the scent of ambergris;
And for your breaths, too, let them smell
Ambrosia-like, or nectarel;
While other gums their sweets perspire,
By your own jewels set on fire.

1. Upon Linnet. Epig.
2. Money Gets the Mastery
3. Kings and Tyrants
4. Upon Shift
5. To Anthea (Ah, my Anthea! Must my heart still break?)

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