Time Was Upon
Robert Herrick
Wrinkles no more are, or no less, Than beauty turn'd to sourness.
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- Robert Herrick : To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him Hisgray Hairs
- Robert Herrick : To Anthea
- Robert Herrick : To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything
- Robert Herrick : To Bacchus: A Canticle
- Robert Herrick : To Be Merry
- Robert Herrick : To Blossoms
- Robert Herrick : To Carnations: A Song
- Robert Herrick : To Daffadils
- Robert Herrick : To Daffodils
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- Robert Herrick : Things Mortal Still Mutable
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