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Robert Herrick - To His Verse
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What will ye, my poor orphans, do,
When I must leave the world and you;
Who`ll give ye then a sheltering shed,
Or credit ye, when I am dead?
Who`ll let ye by their fire sit,
Although ye have a stock of wit,
Already coin`d to pay for it?
—I cannot tell:  unless there be
Some race of old humanity
Left, of the large heart and long hand,
Alive, as noble Westmorland;
Or gallant Newark; which brave two
May fost`ring fathers be to you.
If not, expect to be no less
Ill used, than babes left fatherless.
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