To His Verse
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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"What will ye, my poor orphans, do,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Herrick delivers a powerful performance in "To His Verse"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...