ON HIMSELFE (16), by ROBERT HERRICKPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: The worke is done; young men, and maidens set Last Line: The muses will weare blackes, when I am dead.
The worke is done: young men, and maidens set Upon my curles the Mirtle Coronet, Washt with sweet ointments; Thus at last I come To suffer in the Muses Martyrdome: But with this comfort, if my blood be shed, The Muses will weare blackes, when I am dead.
