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The Country Life:
© Robert Herrick
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF
THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTYSweet country life, to such unknown,
Whose lives are others', not their own!
But serving courts and cities, be
The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home
© Robert Herrick
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of WestmorelandCome, sons of summer, by whose toil
We are the lords of wine and oil;
By whose tough labours, and rough hands,
We rip up first, then reap our lands.
The Bubble: A Song
© Robert Herrick
To my revenge, and to her desperate fears,
Fly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears!
In the wild air, when thou hast roll'd about,
And, like a blasting planet, found her out;
The Watch
© Robert Herrick
Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never
Wound up again; Once down, he's down for ever.
The watch once down, all motions then do cease;
The man's pulse stopt, all passions sleep in peace.
The Beggar To Mab, The Fairy Queen
© Robert Herrick
Please your Grace, from out your store
Give an alms to one that's poor,
That your mickle may have more.
Black I'm grown for want of meat,
To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him Hisgray Hairs
© Robert Herrick
Am I despised, because you say;
And I dare swear, that I am gray?
Know, Lady, you have but your day!
And time will come when you shall wear
To His Mistress Objecting To Him Neither Toying Nor Talking
© Robert Herrick
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
You blame me, too, because I can't devise
Some sport to please those babies in your eyes;
The Bride-cake
© Robert Herrick
This day, my Julia, thou must make
For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake:
Knead but the dough, and it will be
To paste of almonds turn'd by thee;
Or kiss it thou but once or twice,
And for the bride-cake there'll be spice.
The Kiss: A Dialogue
© Robert Herrick
1 Among thy fancies, tell me this,
What is the thing we call a kiss?
2 I shall resolve ye what it is:--
To his Girls
© Robert Herrick
Wanton wenches do not bring
For my hairs black colouring :
For my locks, girls, let 'em be
Grey or white, all's one to me.
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.
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.
The Definition Of Beauty
© Robert Herrick
Beauty no other thing is, than a beam
Flash'd out between the middle and extreme.
To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything
© Robert Herrick
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.
To The Lady Crewe, Upon The Death Of Her Child
© Robert Herrick
Why, Madam, will ye longer weep,
Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?
And, pretty child, feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.
To Laurels
© Robert Herrick
A funeral stone
Or verse, I covet none;
But only crave
Of you that I may have
The Ceremonies For Candlemas Day
© Robert Herrick
Kindle the Christmas brand, and then
Till sunset let it burn;
Which quench'd, then lay it up again,
Till Christmas next return.
To Julia
© Robert Herrick
Julia, when thy Herrick dies,
Close thou up thy poet's eyes;
And his last breath, let it be
Taken in by none but thee.
