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Hymn To The Grace

When I love, as some have told

Love I shall, when I am old,

O ye Graces! make me fit

For the welcoming of it!

Clean my rooms, as temples be,

To entertain that deity;

Give me words wherewith to woo,

Suppling and successful too;

by Robert Herrick

A Pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles: presented to the King

AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;

And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.

AMAR. With all white luck to you. MIRT. But say,

What news

Stirs in our sheep-walk? AMIN. None, save that my

ewes,

My wethers, lambs, and wanton kids are well,

Smooth, fair, and fat; none better I can tell:

by Robert Herrick

Ambition

In man, ambition is the common'st thing;

Each one by nature loves to be a king.

by Robert Herrick

Be My Mistress Short or Tall

Be my mistress short or tall

And distorted therewithall

Be she likewise one of those

That an acre hath of nose

Be her teeth ill hung or set

And her grinders black as jet

Be her cheeks so shallow too

As to show her tongue wag through

by Robert Herrick

The Cheat Of Cupid; Or, The Ungentle Guest

One silent night of late,

When every creature rested,

Came one unto my gate,

And knocking, me molested.

Who's that, said I, beats there,

And troubles thus the sleepy?

Cast off; said he, all fear,

And let not locks thus keep ye.

by Robert Herrick

Ceremonies For Candlemas Eve

Down with the rosemary and bays,

Down with the misletoe;

Instead of holly, now up-raise

The greener box, for show.

The holly hitherto did sway;

Let box now domineer,

Until the dancing Easter-day,

Or Easter's eve appear.

by Robert Herrick

His Wish To God

I would to God, that mine old age might have

Before my last, but here a living grave;

Some one poor almshouse, there to lie, or stir,

Ghost-like, as in my meaner sepulchre;

A little piggin, and a pipkin by,

To hold things fitting my necessity,

Which, rightly us'd, both in their time and place,

Might me excite to fore, and after, grace.

by Robert Herrick

When He Would Have His Verses Read

In sober mornings do thou not rehearse

The holy incantation of a verse;

But when that men have both well drunk, and fed,

Let my enchantments then be sung, or read.

When laurel spurts i' th' fire, and when the hearth

Smiles to itself, and gilds the roof with mirth;

When up the thyrse is raised, and when the sound

Of sacred orgies flies: "A round, a round;"

by Robert Herrick

A Hymn to the Graces

When I love, as some have told

Love I shall, when I am old,

O ye Graces! make me fit

For the welcoming of it!

Clean my rooms, as temples be,

To entertain that deity;

Give me words wherewith to woo,

Suppling and successful too;

by Robert Herrick

The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad

Dull to myself, and almost dead to these

My many fresh and fragrant mistresses;

Lost to all music now, since everything

Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing.

Sick is the land to th' heart, and doth endure

More dangerous faintings by her desp'rate cure.

But if that golden age would come again

And Charles here rule, as he before did reign;

by Robert Herrick

Of Love: A Sonnet

How Love came in, I do not know,

Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no;

Or whether with the soul it came,

At first, infused with the same;

Whether in part 'tis here or there,

Or, like the soul, whole every where.

This troubles me; but I as well

As any other, this can tell;

by Robert Herrick

His Litany, To The Holy Spirit

In the hour of my distress,

When temptations me oppress,

And when I my sins confess,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When I lie within my bed,

Sick in heart, and sick in head,

And with doubts discomforted,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

by Robert Herrick