Robert Herrick - A HYMN TO THE GRACES

Robert Herrick - A HYMN TO THE GRACES

When I love, as some have told br Love I shall, when I am old, br O ye Graces! make me fit br For the welcoming of it! br Clean my rooms, as temples be, br To entertain that deity; br Give me words wherewith to woo, br Suppling and successful too; br Winning postures; and withal, br Manners each way musical; br Sweetness to allay my sour br And unsmooth behaviour: br For I know you have the skill br Vines to prune, though not to kill; br And of any wood ye see, br You can make a Mercury.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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