More from Robert Herrick

  1. Get up, sweet Slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
  2. So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night.
  3. But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
  4. Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and se…
  5. Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.
  6. Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes Which starlike sparkle in their skies; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yo…
  7. Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
  8. Made us nobly wild, not mad.

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