Living
To his Booke.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
Goe thou forth my booke, though late;
Yet be timely fortunate.
It may chance good-luck may send
Thee a kinsman, or a friend,
That may harbour thee, when I,
With my fates neglected lye.
If thou know'st not where to dwell,
See, the fier's by: Farewell.
Cite this poem
MLA
Herrick, Robert. “To his Booke.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1134/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “To his Booke.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1134/.
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