English poem
To The Passenger.
If I lie unburied, sir, These my relics pray inter: 'Tis religion's part to see Stones or turfs to cover me. One word more I had to say: But it skills not; go your way; He that wants a burial room For a stone, has Heaven his tomb.
More by Robert Herrick
- To The Most Learned, Wise, And Arch-Antiquary, M. John Selden.
- To The Most Virtuous Mistress Pot, Who Many Times Entertained Him.
- To The Nightingale And Robin Redbreast.
- To The Painter, To Draw Him A Picture.
- To The Patron Of Poets, M. End. Porter.
- To The Queen.
- To The Reverend Shade Of His Religious Father.
- To The Right Gracious Prince, Lodowick, Duke Of Richmond And Lennox.