O volume, worthy, leaf by leaf and cover,
To be with juice of cedar washed all over!
Here's words with lines, and lines with scenes consent
To raise an act to full astonishment;
Here melting numbers, words of power to move
Young men to swoon, and maids to die for love:
Love lies a-bleeding here; Evadne there
Swells with brave rage, yet comely everywhere;
Here's A Mad Lover; there that high design
Of King and No King, and the rare plot thine.
So that where'er we circumvolve our eyes,
Such rich, such fresh, such sweet varieties
Ravish our spirits, that entranc'd we see,
None writes love's passion in the world like thee.
Herrick
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