Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO HIS MISTREESES, by ROBERT HERRICK


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First Line: Helpe me! Helpe me! Now I call
Last Line: Were it but to pleasure you.


Helpe me! helpe me! now I call
To my pretty Witchcrafts all:
Old I am, and cannot do
That, I was accustom'd to.
Bring your Magicks, Spels, and Charmes,
To enflesh my thighs, and armes:
Is there no way to beget
In my limbs their former heat?
AEson had (as Poets faine)
Baths that made him young againe:
Find that Medicine (if you can)
For your drie-decrepid man:
Who would faine his strength renew,
Were it but to pleasure you.





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