When I love, as some have told <br />Love I shall, when I am old, <br />O ye Graces! make me fit <br />For the welcoming of it! <br />Clean my rooms, as temples be, <br />To entertain that deity; <br />Give me words wherewith to woo, <br />Suppling and successful too; <br />Winning postures; and withal, <br />Manners each way musical; <br />Sweetness to allay my sour <br />And unsmooth behaviour: <br />For I know you have the skill <br />Vines to prune, though not to kill; <br />And of any wood ye see, <br />You can make a Mercury.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hymn-to-the-graces/
