Robert Herrick

Let's live with that small pittance which we have;
Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Let's live with that small pittance which we have;
Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.

Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
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I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.