English Poetry. Robert Herrick. Upon Love (I held Love’s head while it did ache). Роберт Геррик (Херрик).

Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Love (I held Love’s head while it did ache)

I held Love's head while it did ache;
But so it chanced to be,
The cruel pain did his forsake,
And forthwith came to me.

Ai me!  how shall my grief be still'd?
Or where else shall we find
One like to me, who must be kill'd
For being too-too-kind?

Robert Herrick’s other poems:

1. A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks
2. The Present Time Best Pleaseth
3. The Definition of Beauty
4. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day
5. The Hock-Cart, or Harvest Home: to the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmorland

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