I have been wanton, and too bold I feare, To chafe o're much the Virgins cheek or eare: Beg for my Pardon Julia; He doth winne Grace with the Gods, who's sorry for his sinne. That done, my Julia, dearest Julia, come, And go with me to chuse my Buriall roome: My Fates are ended; when thy Herrick dyes, Claspe thou his Book, then close thou up his Eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN |