Poems by Robert Herrick
To Music
... Begin to charm, and as thou strok'st mine ears ...
Peace Not Permanent
... T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home ...
The Plaudite, Or End Of Life
... --The first act's doubtful, but (we say) ...
His Age:dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus
... then, The ages fled, I'll call again,And with a tear compare these last ...
The Parliament Of Roses To Julia
... The place for these, and for the rest ...
To Oenone
... Why, yet to show that thou art just, ...
His Covenant Or Protestation To Julia
... Then weep not, Sweet, but thus much know,-- ...
To Silvia
... no, not Jove Himself, at one time, can be wise and love ...
His Winding-sheet
... Quiet, or die; And all Star-chamber bills do cease, ...
To Sapho
... Where the northern winds do blow ...
The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid
... He who plucks the sweets, shall prove ...
Things Mortal Still Mutable
... The more on icy pavements we are set ...
When He Would Have His Verses Read
... When the rose reigns, and locks with ointments shine, ...
Anacreontic
... But before that day comes, ...
Proof to No Purpose
... Stream to the spring from whence it came ...
