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Upon His Sister-in-law, Mistress Elizabethherrick

© Robert Herrick

First, for effusions due unto the dead,
My solemn vows have here accomplished;
Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell,
Wherein thou liv'st for ever.--Dear, farewell!

WlT PUNISHED PROSPERS MOST

© Robert Herrick

Dread not the shackles; on with thine intent,
Good wits get more fame by their punishment.

A Conjuration To Electra

© Robert Herrick

By those soft tods of wool
With which the air is full;
By all those tinctures there,
That paint the hemisphere;

An Ode For Ben Jonson

© Robert Herrick

Ah Ben!
Say how or when
Shall we, thy guests,
Meet at those lyric feasts,

Be My Mistress Short or Tall

© Robert Herrick

Be my mistress short or tall
And distorted therewithall
Be she likewise one of those
That an acre hath of nose

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Till, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes!
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh

A Canticle To Apollo

© Robert Herrick

Play, Phoebus, on thy lute,
And we will sit all mute;
By listening to thy lyre,
That sets all ears on fire.

The Hour-glass

© Robert Herrick

That hour-glass which there you see
With water fill'd, sirs, credit me,
The humour was, as I have read,
But lovers' tears incrystalled.

To Live Freely

© Robert Herrick

Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may;
Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.

The Bag Of The Bee

© Robert Herrick

About the sweet bag of a bee
Two cupids fell at odds,
And whose the pretty prize should be
They vowed to ask the gods.

Ambition

© Robert Herrick

In man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.

To Perilla

© Robert Herrick

Ah, my Perilla, dost thou grieve to see
Me day by day to steal away from thee?
Age calls me hence, and my grey hairs bid come,
And haste away to mine eternal home.

Impossibilities: To His Friend

© Robert Herrick

My faithful friend, if you can see
The fruit to grow up, or the tree;
If you can see the colour come
Into the blushing pear or plum;

An Epitaph Upon A Virgin

© Robert Herrick

Here a solemn fast we keep,
While all beauty lies asleep;
Hushed be all things, no noise here,
But the toning of a tear,
Or the sigh of such as bring
Cowslips for her covering.

Upon A Child That Died

Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood;
Who as soon fell fast asleep,
As her little eyes did peep.
--Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth, that lightly covers her.

No Fault In Women

No fault in women, to refuse
The offer which they most would chuse.
--No fault: in women, to confess
How tedious they are in their dress;

The Definition Of Beauty

Beauty no other thing is, than a beam
Flash'd out between the middle and extreme.

A Child's Grace

HERE a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all. Amen.

To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything

Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.

Delight In Disorder

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness;
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;