Poems by Robert Herrick
Mirth
... True mirth resides not in the smiling skin ...
To Mistress Katharine Bradshaw, The Lovely, That Crowned Him With Laurel
... and to set On many a head here, many a coronet ...
Pardons
... Those ends in war the best contentment bring, ...
To His Book
... Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie ...
Request To The Grace
... With sweetness, smoothness, softness be endued: ...
Another to the Maids
... Unwashed hands, ye maidens, know, ...
The Beggar to Mab, The Queen Fairy
... Flour of fuz-balls, that's too good ...
Sweet Disorder
... A careless shoe-string, in whose tie ...
A Bucolic Betwixt Two: Lacon & Thyrsis
... so adieu! LACON Mournful maid, farewell to you ...
To His Verse
... Left, of the large heart and long hand, ...
A New Years' Gift sent to Sir Simeon Steward
... And thus throughout, with Christmas plays, ...
Christmas-Eve, Another Ceremony
... Come guard this night the Christmas-Pie, ...
The Pillar of Fame
... Out-during marble, brass or jet ...
An Ode to Ben Jonson
... Of such a wit the world should have no more ...
Upon Prue, His Maid
... From whose happy spark here let ...
