To The Most Virtuous Mistress Pot, Who Many Times Entertained Him.
When I through all my many poems look, And see yourself to beautify my book, Methinks that only lustre doth appear A light fulfilling all the region here. Gild still with flames this firmament, and be A lamp eternal to my poetry. Which, if it now or shall hereafter shine, 'Twas by your splendour, lady, not by mine. The oil was yours; and that I owe for yet: He pays the half who does confess the debt.
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"When I through all my many poems look,..."
This evocative piece by Robert Herrick, titled "To The Most Virtuous Mistress Pot, Who Many Times Entertained Him.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...