Corinna's Going A-Mayingby Robert Herrick
GET up, get up for shame, the blooming mornUpon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air : Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the eastAbove an hour since : yet you not dress'd ; Nay ! not so
Friday, May 10, 2013
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