Thou shalt not all die; for while Love's fire shines <br />Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines; <br />And learn'd musicians shall, to honour Herrick's <br />Fame, and his name, both set and sing his lyrics. <br /> <br />To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:-- <br />Jocund his Muse was, but his Life was chaste.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-himself/
