Upon Prudence Baldwin: Her Sickness.

A poem by Robert Herrick

Prue, my dearest maid, is sick,
Almost to be lunatic:
Æsculapius! come and bring
Means for her recovering;
And a gallant cock shall be
Offer'd up by her to thee.

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