His Age:dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Ah Posthumus our years hence fly	A
And leave no sound nor piety	B
Or prayers or vow	C
Can keep the wrinkle from the brow	C
But we must on	D
As fate does lead or draw us none	E
None Posthumus could e'er decline	F
The doom of cruel Proserpine	F
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The pleasing wife the house the ground	G
Must all be left no one plant found	G
To follow thee	B
Save only the curst cypress tree	B
A merry mind	H
Looks forward scorns what's left behind	H
Let's live my Wickes then while we may	I
And here enjoy our holiday	I
	-
We've seen the past best times and these	J
Will ne'er return we see the seas	J
And moons to wane	F
But they fill up their ebbs again	F
But vanish'd man	F
Like to a lily lost ne'er can	F
Ne'er can repullulate or bring	K
His days to see a second spring	K
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But on we must and thither tend	L
Where Ancus and rich Tullus blend	L
Their sacred seed	M
Thus has infernal Jove decreed	M
We must be made	N
Ere long a song ere long a shade	N
Why then since life to us is short	O
Let's make it full up by our sport	O
	-
Crown we our heads with roses then	F
And 'noint with Tyrian balm for when	F
We two are dead	P
The world with us is buried	M
Then live we free	B
As is the air and let us be	B
Our own fair wind and mark each one	F
Day with the white and lucky stone	F
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We are not poor although we have	Q
No roofs of cedar nor our brave	R
Baiae nor keep	S
Account of such a flock of sheep	S
Nor bullocks fed	P
To lard the shambles barbels bred	P
To kiss our hands nor do we wish	T
For Pollio's lampreys in our dish	T
	-
If we can meet and so confer	U
Both by a shining salt cellar	U
And have our roof	V
Although not arch'd yet weather proof	V
And cieling free	B
From that cheap candle baudery	B
We'll eat our bean with that full mirth	W
As we were lords of all the earth	W
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Well then on what seas we are tost	P
Our comfort is we can't be lost	P
Let the winds drive	X
Our bark yet she will keep alive	X
Amidst the deeps	J
'Tis constancy my Wickes which keeps	J
The pinnace up which though she errs	J
I' th' seas she saves her passengers	J
	-
Say we must part sweet mercy bless	J
Us both i' th' sea camp wilderness	J
Can we so far	B
Stray to become less circular	B
Than we are now	F
No no that self same heart that vow	F
Which made us one shall ne'er undo	P
Or ravel so to make us two	P
	-
Live in thy peace as for myself	Y
When I am bruised on the shelf	Y
Of time and show	Z
My locks behung with frost and snow	Z
When with the rheum	I
The cough the pthisic I consume	I
Unto an almost nothing then	F
The ages fled I'll call again	F
	-
And with a tear compare these last	P
Lame and bad times with those are past	P
While Baucis by	A
My old lean wife shall kiss it dry	A
And so we'll sit	P
By th' fire foretelling snow and slit	P
And weather by our aches grown	F
Now old enough to be our own	F
	-
True calendars as puss's ear	B
Wash'd o'er 's to tell what change is near	B
Then to assuage	A2
The gripings of the chine by age	A2
I'll call my young	B2
Iulus to sing such a song	C2
I made upon my Julia's breast	P
And of her blush at such a feast	P
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Then shall he read that flower of mine	F
Enclosed within a crystal shrine	F
A primrose next	P
A piece then of a higher text	P
For to beget	P
In me a more transcendant heat	P
Than that insinuating fire	B
Which crept into each aged sire	B
	-
When the fair Helen from her eyes	J
Shot forth her loving sorceries	J
At which I'll rear	B
Mine aged limbs above my chair	B
And hearing it	P
Flutter and crow as in a fit	P
Of fresh concupiscence and cry	A
'No lust there's like to Poetry '	-
	-
Thus frantic crazy man God wot	P
I'll call to mind things half forgot	P
And oft between	F
Repeat the times that I have seen	F
Thus ripe with tears	J
And twisting my Iulus' hairs	J
Doting I'll weep and say 'In truth	D2
Baucis these were my sins of youth '	-
	-
Then next I'Il cause my hopeful lad	P
If a wild apple can be had	P
To crown the hearth	E2
Lar thus conspiring with our mirth	W
Then to infuse	J
Our browner ale into the cruse	J
Which sweetly spiced we'll first carouse	J
Unto the Genius of the house	J
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Then the next health to friends of mine	F
Loving the brave Burgundian wine	F
High sons of pith	F2
Whose fortunes I have frolick'd with	G2
Such as could well	H2
Bear up the magic bough and spell	H2
And dancing 'bout the mystic Thyrse	J
Give up the just applause to verse	J
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To those and then again to thee	B
We'll drink my Wickes until we be	B
Plump as the cherry	B
Though not so fresh yet full as merry	B
As the cricket	P
The untamed heifer or the pricket	P
Until our tongues shall tell our ears	J
We're younger by a score of years	J
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Thus till we see the fire less shine	F
From th' embers than the kitling's eyne	F
We'll still sit up	I2
Sphering about the wassail cup	I2
To all those times	J
Which gave me honour for my rhymes	J
The coal once spent we'll then to bed	P
Far more than night bewearied	P

Robert Herrick

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