Poem by Robert Herrick

Writing

When words we want, Love teacheth to indite;
And what we blush to speak, she bids us write. 

1. An Ode of the Birth of Our Saviour
2. To His Saviour, a Child; A Present, by a Child
3. Upon Julia's Hair, Bundled up in a Golden Net
4. An Epitaph upon a Virgin
5. The Dirge of Jephthah's Daughter: Sung by the Virgins

Henry Bukowski writing ("often it is the only")

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