English poem

To Anthea

Anthea, I am going hence With some small stock of innocence; But yet those blessed gates I see Withstanding entrance unto me; To pray for me do thou begin;— The porter then will let me in.

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To A Gentlewoman On Just Dealing.
To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him His Gray Hair
To A Maid.
To All Young Men That Love.
To Anthea
To Anthea Lying In Bed.
To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything
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