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TO HIS HOUSEHOLD GODS by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: RISE, HOUSHOLD-GODS, AND LET US GOE
Last Line: DWELL, THEN IN LOTHED DEVONSHIRE.
Rise, Houshold-gods, and let us goe;
But whither, I my selfe not know.
First, let us dwell on rudest seas;
Next, with severest Salvages;
Last, let us make our best abode,
Where humane foot, as yet, n'er trod:
Search worlds of Ice; and rather there
Dwell, then in lothed Devonshire.



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