Upon The Troublesome Times.

A poem by Robert Herrick

O times most bad,
Without the scope
Of hope
Of better to be had!

Where shall I go,
Or whither run
To shun
This public overthrow?

No places are,
This I am sure,
In this our wasting war.

Some storms we've past,
Yet we must all
Down fall,
And perish at the last.

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