Come, skilful Lupo, now, and take
Thy bice, thy umber, pink, and lake;
And let it be thy pencil's strife,
To paint a Bridgeman to the life:
Draw him as like too, as you can,
An old, poor, lying, flattering man:
His cheeks bepimpled, red and blue;
His nose and lips of mulberry hue.
Then, for an easy fancy, place
A burling iron for his face:
Next, make his cheeks with breath to swell,
And for to speak, if possible:
But do not so, for fear lest he
Should by his breathing, poison thee.
To The Painter, To Draw Him A Picture
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: breath, fear, life, pink, poor, red, blue, place, face, easy, iron, speak, poison, strife, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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