Robert Herrick

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

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

Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome
When no force else can get the masterdom.

Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome
When no force else can get the masterdom.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

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.