Give me a cell
To dwell,
Where no foot hath
A path;
There will I spend,
And end,
My wearied years
In tears.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- To Groves
- His Grange, Or Private Wealth
- Money Makes The Mirth
- Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, Under The Name Of Thelost Shepherdess
- His Meditation Upon Death
