To His Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick
When I consider, dearest, thou dost stayBut here awhile, to languish and decay;Like to these garden glories, which here beThe flowery-sweet resemblances of thee:With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry,Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die!
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