Lyrics Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love - Robert Herrick
What
needs
complaints
When
she
a
place
Has
with
the
race
Of
saints?
In
endless
mirth
She
thinks
not
on
What's
said
or
done
In
earth
She
sees
no
tears
Or
any
tone
Of
thy
deep
groan
She
hears
Nor
does
she
mind
Or
think
on't
now
That
ever
thou
Wast
kind
But
changed
above
She
likes
not
there
As
she
did
here
Thy
love
Forbear,
therefore
And
lull
asleep
Thy
woes,
and
weep
No
more
1 To Dianeme: Sweet Be Not Proud of Those Two Eyes
2 To Dianeme: I Could but See Thee Yesterday
3 To Dianeme: Dear Though to Part It Be a Hell
4 To Daffodils: Fair Daffodils We Weep to See
5 To Meadows: Ye Have Been Fresh and Green
6 To the Virgins to Make Much of Time
7 Epitaph Upon a Child That Died
8 To Oenone: What Conscience Say Is It in Thee
9 To Daisies Not to Shut so Soon
10 The Bracelet: To Julia
11 Cherry-Ripe
12 The Primrose
13 To Violets: Welcome Maids of Honour
14 To the Western Wind
15 Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love
16 To His Book
17 To the Willow-Tree
18 To Blossoms: Fair Pledges of a Fruitful Tree
19 A Child's Grace
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