Living
On Himselfe.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
THe worke is done: young men, and maidens set
Upon my curles the Mirtle Coronet,
Washt with sweet omtments; Thus at last I come
To suffer in the Muses Martyrdome:
But with this comfort, if my blood be shed,
The Muses will weare blackes, when I am dead.
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Herrick, Robert. “On Himselfe.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1137/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “On Himselfe.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/1137/.
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