TO HIS HONOUR'D FRIEND, SIR THOMAS HEALE, by ROBERT HERRICKPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: Stand by the magick of my powerfull rhymes Last Line: Because begot of my immortall seed.
Stand by the Magick of my powerfull Rhymes 'Gainst all the indignation of the Times. Age shall not wrong thee; or one jot abate Of thy both Great, and everlasting fate. While others perish, here's thy life decreed Because begot of my Immortall seed.
