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TO ANTHEA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: IF DEAR ANTHEA, MY HARD FATE IT BE
Last Line: ANTHEA, HERRICK, AND HIS POETRY.
If deare Anthea, my hard fate it be
To live some few-sad-howers after thee:
Thy sacred Corse with Odours I will burne;
And with my Lawrell crown thy Golden Urne.
Then holding up (there) such religious Things,
As were (time past) thy holy Filitings:
Nere to thy Reverend Pitcher I will fall
Down dead for grief, and end my woes withall:
So three in one small plat of ground shall ly,
Anthea, Herrick, and his Poetry.



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