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Robert Herrick - Crutches
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Thou see`st me, Lucia, this year droop;
Three zodiacs fill`d more, I shall stoop;
Let crutches then provided be
To shore up my debility:
Then, while thou laugh`st, I`ll sighing cry,
A ruin underpropt am I:
Don will I then my beadsman`s gown;
And when so feeble I am grown
As my weak shoulders cannot bear
The burden of a grasshopper;
Yet with the bench of aged sires,
When I and they keep termly fires,
With my weak voice I`ll sing, or say
Some odes I made of Lucia;—
Then will I heave my wither`d hand
To Jove the mighty, for to stand
Thy faithful friend, and to pour down
Upon thee many a benison.
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