Poems by Robert Herrick
Want
... Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon, This, that, and every base impression, ...
To His Lovely Mistresses
... --Than these, no fears more on your fancies fall, ...
Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name Ofamarillis
... And seeing her not dead, but all disleaved, ...
Upon Prew His Maid
... Prewdence Baldwin (once my maid) ...
Discontents In Devon
... Where I have been, and still am, sad, ...
To Bacchus: A Canticle
... This way, that way, that way, this,-- ...
To His Muse
... Where thou mayst hear thine own lines read ...
To His Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick
... With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry, ...
The Wassail
... That though a thousand, thousand eat,Yet, ere twelve moons shall whirl about ...
To Sir Clipsby Crew
... Since to the country first I came, ...
To Perenna
... There's still more cause why I the more should love ...
Time was upon
... Wrinkles no more are, or no less, ...
To Groves
... Who for some sweet-heart's sake, did prove ...
Upon A Painted Gentlewoman
... But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you ...
The Present Time Best Pleaseth
... Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see ...
