Quote#Nature
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers
Quote byRobert Herrick · 1591–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Hesperides (1648), 1. "The Argument of His Book".
English (original)
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June and July-flowers; I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes; I write of youth, of love, and have access By these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
— Robert Herrick
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