Living
On himselfe.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
LOve-sick I am, and must endure
A desp'rate grief, that finds no cure.
Ah me! I try; and trying, prove,
No Herbs have power to cure Love.
Onely our Soveraign salve, I know,
And that is Death, the end of Woe.
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Herrick, Robert. “On himselfe.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/158/.
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Herrick, Robert. “On himselfe.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/158/.
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