Poems by Robert Herrick
Upon Julias Breasts
... Between whose glories, there my lips Ill lay, ...
Of Love
... That when from hence she does depart, ...
To Daffodils
... Or as the pearls of morning's dew, ...
The Present Time Best Pleaseth me
... Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see ...
Upon Ben Jonson
... That will speak what this can&rsquo ...
Pastoral Sung To The King
... MON. Love, for thy sake, will bring her to these hills ...
His Farewell to Sack
... near, Nay, thou more near than kindred, friend, man, wife, ...
Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me
... And the world is drowned in sleep, ...
To the Sour Reader
... st on first, Think that of all that I have writ the worst ...
To Find God
... ry theater, And taste thou them as saltless there, ...
Neutrality Loathsome
... Either be hot, or cold: God doth despise, ...
Pardon
... Those ends in war the best contentment bring, ...
The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bees
... When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed, ...
Hymn To The Grace
... and withal, Manners each way musical ...
A Dialogue betwixt himself and Mistress Eliza Wheeler, under the name of Amarillis
... HER. Believe it, dearest, there's not one ...
