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Herrick,
Robert
A 17th century English poet.. English poet
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COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE
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Written by:
Robert
Herrick
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What needs complaints,
When she a place
Has with the race
Of saints?
In endless mirth,
She thinks not on
What's said or done
In earth:
She sees no tears,
Or any tone
Of thy deep groan
She hears;
Nor does she mind,
Or think on't now,
That ever thou
Wast kind:--
But changed above,
She likes not there,
As she did here,
Thy love.
--Forbear, therefore,
And lull asleep
Thy woes, and weep
No more.
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