To a love-feast we both invited are:
The figur'd damask, or pure diaper,
Over the golden altar now is spread,
With bread, and wine, and vessels furnished;
The sacred towel and the holy ewer
Are ready by, to make the guests all pure:
Let's go, my Alma; yet, ere we receive,
Fit, fit it is we have our parasceve.
Who to that sweet bread unprepar'd doth come,
Better be starv'd, than but to taste one crumb.
The Parasceve, Or Preparation
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: sweet, receive, ready, holy, taste, golden, spread, love, I love you, pure, bread, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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