Poems by Robert Herrick
The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgins
... Or if we have One seed of life left, 'tis to keep ...
Ceremonies For Candlemas Eve
... New things succeed, as former things grow old ...
To His Verses
... Left, of the large heart and long hand, ...
Upon Julia's Ribbon
... As shews the air when with a rain-bow graced, ...
Love Lightly Pleased
... The posture her's, I'm pleased with it ...
The Primrose
... The sweets of love are mixt with tears ...
To Dianeme
... Yet ne'er can see that salve which brings ...
Upon Himself
... To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:-- ...
The Bracelet To Julia
... Knap the thread and thou art free ...
Writing
... And what we blush to speak, she bids us write ...
An Epitaph Upon A Child
... --Having promised, pay your debts ...
Men Mind No State In Sickness
... Those strong-hoof'd mules, which we behold ...
Upon Time
... An hour-glass, In which were sands but few, ...
Satisfaction For Sufferings
... For all our works a recompence is sure; 'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t'endure ...
The Wake
... Tarts and custards, creams and cakes, ...
