TO ALL YOUNG MEN THAT LOVE. by Robert Herrick I COULD wish you all who love, That ye could your thoughts remove From your mistresses, and be Wisely wanton, like to me. I could wish you dispossessed Of that fiend that mars your rest, And with tapers comes to fright Your weak senses in the night. I could wish you all who fry Cold as ice, or cool as I ; But if flames best like ye, then, Much good do 't ye, gentlemen. I a merry heart will keep, While you wring your hands and weep. Source: Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I. Alfred Pollard, ed. London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 147.
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