TO THE MOST VIRTUOUS MISTRESS POT, WHO|
MANY TIMES ENTERTAINED HIM.
by Robert Herrick
WHEN I through all my many poems look,
And see yourself to beautify my book,
Methinks that only lustre doth appear
A light fulfilling all the region here.
Gild still with flames this firmament, and be
A lamp eternal to my poetry.
Which, if it now or shall hereafter shine,
'Twas by your splendour, lady, not by mine.
The oil was yours ; and that I owe for yet :
He pays the half who does confess the debt.
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 117.
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