Comfort herrick oj
Comfort to a Youth That Has Lost His Love by Robert Herrick Read for LibriVox.org by Oliver Jones What needs complaints when she a place has with the race of saints? In endless mirth she thinks not on what's said or done in earth. She sees no tears or any tone of thy deep groan she hears.
Nor does she mind or think on now that ever thou was kind. But changed above, she likes not there, as she did hear thy love. Forbear therefore, and lull asleep, thy woes and weep no more.
