Living
On himselfe.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
BOrne I was to meet with Age,
And to walke Life's pilgrimage.
Much I know of Time is spent,
Tell I can't, what's Resident.
Howsoever, cares, adue;
Ile have nought to say to you:
But Ile spend my comming houres,
Drinking wine, & crown'd with flowres.
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Herrick, Robert. “On himselfe.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/520/.
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Herrick, Robert. “On himselfe.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/520/.
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