Electra's Cousin's Calvity After Robert Herrick To Electra Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I dare not ask a hat,
or beret of French style,
lest having this or that
I might go bald the while.

No, no, the utmost hair
beyond compare’s care, see,
each root I’d miss, despair,
accursèd calvity!

To Electra
I dare not ask a kiss,
I dare not beg a smile;
lest having that or this,
I might grow proud the while.

No, no, the utmost share
of my desire shall be
only to kiss that Air
that lately kissèd thee.