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TO ANTHEA (2) by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: NOW IS THE TIME, WHEN ALL THE LIGHTS WAX DIM
Last Line: NO SPICES WANTING, WHEN I'M LAID BY THEE.
Now is the time, when all the lights wax dim;
And thou (Anthea) must withdraw from him
Who was thy servant. Dearest, bury me
Under that Holy-oke, or Gospel-tree:
Where (though thou see'st not) thou may'st think upon
Me, when thou yeerly go'st Procession:
Or for mine honour, lay me in that Tombe
In which thy sacred Reliques shall have roome:
For my Embalming (Sweetest) there will be
No Spices wanting, when I'm laid by thee.



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