To His Book
Make haste away, and let one be
A friendly patron unto thee;
Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie
Torn for the use of pastery;
Or see thy injured leaves serve well
To make loose gowns for mackarel;
Or see the grocers, in a trice,
Make hoods of thee to serve out spice.
poem by Robert Herrick
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
See quotes about injury, quotes about seasons, quotes about dance, or quotes about lies
No comments until now.