Quote#Wisdom
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Quote byRobert Herrick · 1591–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Appendix, 41. "The Vine".
English (original)
But when I crept with leaves to hide Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd, Such fleeting pleasures there I took, That with the fancy I awoke; And found, ah me! this flesh of mine More like a stock than like a vine.
— Robert Herrick
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