Upon Cupid

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Title:     Upon Cupid
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

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.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: Upon Cupid

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