Hesperides, or, The works both humane & divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.
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Hesperides, or, The works both humane & divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.
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Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.
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London :: Printed for John Williams and Francis Eglesfield ...,
1648.
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The cruell Maid.
ANd Cruell Maid, because I seeYou scornfull of my love, and me:Ile trouble you no more; but goeMy way, where you shall never knowWhat is become of me: there IWill find me our a path to die;Or learne some way how to forgetYou, and your name, for ever: yet
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Ere I go hence; know this from me,What will, in time, your Fortune be:This to your coynefse I will tell;And having spoke it once, Farewell.The Lillie will not long endure;Nor the Snow continue pure:The Rose, the Violet, one daySee, both these Lady-flowers decay:And you must fade, as well as they.And it may chance that Love may turn,And (like to mine) make your heart burnAnd weep to see't; yet this thing doe,That my last Vow commends to you:When you shall see that I am dead,For pitty let a teare be shed;And (with your Mantle o're me cast)Give my cold lips a kisse at last:If twice you kisse, you need not feare,That I shall stir, or live more here.Next, hollow out a Tombe to coverMe; me, the most despised Lover:And write thereon, This, Reader, know,Love kill'd this mun. No more but so.
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