A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick






47. UPON HIS GRAY HAIRS

     Fly me not, though I be gray,
     Lady, this I know you'll say;
     Better look the roses red,
     When with white commingled.
     Black your hairs are; mine are white;
     This begets the more delight,
     When things meet most opposite;
     As in pictures we descry
     Venus standing Vulcan by.

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