Author: Robert Herrick

You say I love not, ’cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You […]

Whatsoever thing I see, Rich or poor although it be, ‘Tis a mistress unto me. Be my girl or fair […]

I would to God, that mine old age might have Before my last, but here a living grave; Some one […]

Sapho, I will chuse to go Where the northern winds do blow Endless ice, and endless snow; Rather than I […]

Go, pretty child, and bear this flower Unto thy little Saviour; And tell him, by that bud now blown, He […]

Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum, These musks, these ambers, and those […]

‘Tis not ev’ry day that I Fitted am to prophesy: No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic pannicles, Full […]

When I love, as some have told Love I shall, when I am old, O ye Graces! make me fit […]

Not all thy flushing suns are set, Herrick, as yet ; Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere Frown and look sullen […]

Three lovely sisters working were, As they were closely set, Of soft and dainty maiden-hair, A curious Armilet. I, smiling, […]