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 ROBERT HERRICK

Thou art of what I did intend

The all and end; And what was made, was made to meet

Thee, thee, my sheet. Come then and be to my chaste side

Both bed and bride: We two, as reliques left, will have

One rest, one grave: And hugging close, we will not fear

Lust entering here: Where all desires are dead and cold

As is the mould, And all affections are forgot,

Or trouble not. Here, here, the slaves and prisoners be

From shackles free. And weeping widows long oppress'd

Do here find rest. The wronged client ends his laws

Here, and his cause. Here those long suits of Chancery lie

Quiet, or die And all Star-Chamber bills do cease

Or hold their peace. Here needs no Court for our Request

Where all are best, All wise, all equal, and all just

Alike i' th' dust. Nor need we here to fear the frown

Of Court or Crown: Where fortune bears no sway o'er things,

There all are Kings.

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