I cannot love as I have lov'd before;
For I'm grown old and, with mine age, grown poor.
Love must be fed by wealth: this blood of mine
Must needs wax cold, if wanting bread and wine.
Courage Cooled
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: poor, wealth, cold, bread, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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