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TO MYRRHA, HARD-HEARTED by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: FOLD NOW THINE ARMS, AND HANG THE HEAD
Last Line: ALL SUCH AS ARE NOT SOFT LIKE THEM.
Fold now thine armes; and hang the head,
Like to a Lillie withered:
Next, look thou like a sickly Moone;
Or like Jocasta in a swoone.
Then weep, and sigh, and softly goe,
Like to a widdow drown'd in woe:
Or like a Virgin full of ruth,
For the lost sweet-heart of her youth:
And all because, Faire Maid, thou art
Insensible of all my smart;
And of those evill dayes that be
Now posting on to punish thee.
The Gods are easie, and condemne
All such as are not soft like them.



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