Poems by Robert Herrick
A Mean In Our Means
... Such be our gifts, and such be our expense, ...
The Maypole
... I'll drink to the garlands around it ...
To Carnations: A Song
... The place where I may find ye ...
To Violets
... To be placed 'Fore damask roses ...
Upon A Delaying Lady
... You must blow; Or I shall quickly grow ...
Upon A Maid
... Poets could not praise too much ...
Life Is The Body's Light
... Those crimson clouds i' th' cheeks and lips leave shining:- ...
No Man Without Money
... No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim, ...
The Mad Maid's Song
... And who with green turfs rear his head, ...
An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew
... --Come then, brave Knight, and see the cell ...
To The Water-nymphs Drinking At Thefountain
... Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this-- ...
Her Bed
... 'Tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there ...
I Call And I Call
... Troth, leave the flowers, and maids, take me! ...
To Meadows
... Where maids have spent their hours ...
The Bellman
... From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, ...
