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1211	Herrick, Robert	A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick			.txt	text/plain	34141	3208	95	With spice; that done, I'll leave thee to thy rest. Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines; To these, thou hast thy times to go The soft sweet moss shall be thy bed, Their milk thy drink; and thou shalt eat To come forth, like the Spring-time, fresh and green, Where, Amarillis, thou didst set thy feet. Thou art to all lost love the best, But that which most makes sweet thy country life, By noon, and let thy good days pass, Thus, like a Roman Tribune, thou thy gate Thou hast both wind and tide with thee; thy way Come thou, who art the wine and wit But yet for love's-sake, let thy lips do this,---Thou art my life, my love, my heart, Live by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die, When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed, Thy soft sweet earth; but, like a spring,	./cache/1211.txt	./txt/1211.txt