Poems by Robert Herrick
Anthea's Retractation
... And call'd each line back to his rule and space ...
Up Scoble
... "Good sir, make no more cuts i' th' outward skin, ...
A Dialogue Betwixt Himself And Mistress Elizawheeler, Under The Name Of Amarillis
... I must away; Let's kiss first, then we'll sever ...
The Invitation
... I came, 'tis true, and look'd for fowl of price, ...
The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee:
... When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed, ...
To Enjoy The Time
... And this our life, too, whirls away, ...
To Music, To Becalm His Fever
... My fever.Thou sweetly canst convert the same ...
Casualties
... Good things, that come of course, far less do please ...
The Cruel Maid
... --yet Ere I go hence, know this from me, ...
To His Sweet Saviour
... And Time seems then not for to fly, but creep ...
A Paranaeticall, Or Advisive Verseto His Friend, Mr John Wicks
... and let Thy servant, not thy own self, sweat, ...
To Live Merrily, And To Trust To Good Verses
... In wine, whose each cup's worth ...
To The Genius Of His House
... Fulfil the larders, and with strength'ning bread ...
Upon The Detracter
... --I shall, ere long, with green turfs cover'd be ...
A Pastoral Sung To The King
... of kine And sheep grew more sweet by that breath of thine ...
