Author Robert Herrick Store of courage to me grant, Now I'm turn'd a combatant: Helpe me so, that I my shield, (Fighting) lose not in the field. That's the greatest shame of all, That in warfare can befall. Do but this; and there shall be Offer'd up a Wolfe to 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