Author Robert Herrick And as time past when Cato the Severe Entred the circumspacious Theater; In reverence of his person, every one Stood as he had been turn'd from flesh to stone: E'ne so my numbers will astonisht be If but lookt on; struck dead, if scan'd by Thee. Tags Short Poems 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