Poem by Robert Herrick

Cock-Crow

Bell-man of night, if I about shall go
For to deny my Master, do thou crow!
Thou stop'st Saint Peter in the midst of sin;
Stay me, by crowing, ere I do begin;
Better it is, premonish'd, for to shun
A sin, than fall to weeping when 'tis done.

1. To His Conscience
2. An Ode of the Birth of Our Saviour
3. Upon a Crooked Maid
4. The Dirge of Jephthah's Daughter: Sung by the Virgins
5. The Widows' Tears; or, Dirge of Dorcas

Edward Thomas Cock-Crow ("OUT of the wood of thoughts that grows by night")

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