A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

45. UPON CUPID

     Love, like a gipsy, lately came,
     And did me much importune
     To see my hand, that by the same
     He might foretell my fortune.

     He saw my palm; and then, said he,
     I tell thee, by this score here,
     That thou, within few months, shalt be
     The youthful Prince D'Amour here.

     I smiled, and bade him once more prove,
     And by some cross-line show it,
     That I could ne'er be Prince of Love,
     Though here the Princely Poet.