<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dull to myself, and almost dead to these,<br>My many fresh and fragrant mistresses;<br>Lost to all music now, since every thing<br>Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing.<br>Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure<br>More dangerous faintings by her desperate cure.<br>But if that golden age would come again,<br>And Charles here rule, as he before did reign;<br>If smooth and unperplex'd the seasons were,<br>As when the sweet Maria lived here;<br>I should delight to have my curls half drown'd<br>In Tyrian dews, and head with roses crown'd:<br>And once more yet, ere I am laid out dead,<br>Knock at a star with my exalted head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507408" data-title="The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad de Robert Herrick" data-description="Dull to myself, and almost dead to these, My many fresh and fragrant mistresses; Lost to all music now, since every thing Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing. Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure More dangerous faintings by her despe..."></div> </div> </div>

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