Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON HIMSELFE (1), by ROBERT HERRICK


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First Line: Here down my wearied limbs I'll lay
Last Line: From scaring you or yours this night.
Subject(s): Consolation


Here down my wearyed limbs Ile lay;
My Pilgrims staffe; my weed of grey:
My Palmers hat; my Scallops shell;
My Crosse; my Cord; and all farewell.
For having now my journey done,
(Just at the setting of the Sun)
Here I have found a Chamber fit,
(God and good friends be thankt for it)
Where if I can a lodger be
A little while from Tramplers free;
At my up-rising next, I shall,
If not requite, yet thank ye all.
Meane while, the Holy-Rood hence fright
The fouler Fiend, and evill Spright,
From scaring you or yours this night.





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