Author: Robert Herrick

Holy-Rood, come forth and shield Us i’ th’ city and the field; Safely guard us, now and aye, From the […]

At draw-gloves we’ll play, And prithee let’s lay A wager, and let it be this : Who first to the […]

Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries He’ll slit her nose; but blubbering she replies, “Good sir, make no […]

Sweet Amarillis, by a spring’s Soft and soul-melting murmurings, Slept; and thus sleeping, thither flew A Robin-red-breast; who at view, […]

I have lost, and lately, these Many dainty mistresses: Stately Julia, prime of all; Sapho next, a principal: Smooth Anthea, […]

If after rude and boisterous seas My wearied pinnace here finds ease; If so it be I’ve gain’d the shore, […]

That flow of gallants which approach To kiss thy hand from out the coach; That fleet of lackeys which do […]

Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle […]

The Hag is astride, This night for to ride, The devil and she together; Through thick and through thin, Now […]

Be the mistress of my choice, Clean in manners, clear in voice; Be she witty, more than wise, Pure enough, […]