THE PERFUME, by ROBERT HERRICKPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: To-morrow, julia, I betimes must rise Last Line: The fat; breathe thou, and there's the rich perfume. Subject(s): Perfume
To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise, For some small fault, to offer sacrifice: The Altar's ready; Fire to consume The fat; breathe thou, and there's the rich perfume.