Poems by Robert Herrick
The New-year's Gift
... Or one poor swaddling-clout, shall be ...
Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton
... Of some rough groom, who, yirk'd with corns, says, 'Sir, ...
Hymn To Love
... I'll kiss the hand that strikes me ...
To The Water-nymphs Drinking At The Fountain
... Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this- ...
To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him His Gray Hair
... Ah! then too late, close in your chamber keeping, ...
The Captiv'd Bee; Or, The Little Filcher
... For some fresh, fragrant, luscious flowers, ...
Upon His Sister-in-law, Mistress Elizabeth Herrick
... Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell, ...
Kissing The Air
... Lest, having that or this, ...
A paraneaticall or advice verse to his friend, Mr John Wicks
... and let Thy servant, not thy own self, sweat, ...
The Rock of Rubies and the Quarry of Pearls
... Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where: ...
Cherry-Pit
... I got the pit, she got the stone ...
The Changes: To Corinne
... You have hopes, and doubts, and fears, ...
Hymn To Bacchus
... Urge no more; and there shall be ...
The Wounded Heart
... That heart to bleed, your's ne'er will ache ...
On Hymn To The Muse
... To you, sweet Maids, thrice three, ...
