Author Robert Herrick Love, love me now, because I place Thee here among my righteous race: The bastard Slips may droop and die Wanting both Root, and Earth; but thy Immortall selfe, shall boldly trust To live for ever, with my Just. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments