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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43441	Hesperides, or, The works both humane & divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.	Herrick, Robert, 1591-1674.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650.	1648 (1648)	Wing H1596; ESTC R37415	144,005	405

down below I spy'd he had a Quiver I to my Chimney's shine Brought him as Love professes And chaf'd his hands with mine And dry'd his dropping Tresses But when he felt him warm'd Let 's try this bow of ours And string if they be harm'd Said he with these late showrs Forthwith his bow he bent And wedded string and arrow And struck me that it went Quite through my heart and marrow Then laughing loud he flew Away and thus said flying Adieu mine Host Adieu I le leave thy heart a dying To the reverend shade of his religious Father THat for seven Lusters I did never come To doe the Rites to thy Religious Tombe That neither haire was cut or true teares shed By me o'r thee as justments to the dead Forgive forgive me since I did not know Whether thy bones had here their Rest or no. But now 't is known Behold behold I bring Unto thy Ghost th'Effused Offering And look what Smallage Night-shade Cypresse Yew Unto the shades have been or now are due Here I devote And something more then so I come to pay a Debt of Birth I owe. Thou gav'st me life but Mortall For that one Favour I le make full satisfaction For my life mortall Rise from out thy Herse And take a life immortall from my Verse Delight in Disorder A Sweet disorder in the dresse Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse A Lawne about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction An erring Lace which here and there Enthralls the Crimson Stomacher A Cuffe neglectfull and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly A winning wave deserving Note In the tempestuous petticote A carelesse shooe-string in whose tye I see a wilde civility Doe more bewitch me then when Art Is too precise in every part To his Muse. WEre I to give thee Baptime I wo'd chuse To Christen thee the Bride the Bashfull Muse Or Muse of Roses since that name does fit Best with those Virgin-Verses thou hast writ Which are so cleane so chast as none may feare Cato the Censor sho'd he scan each here Upon Love LOve scorch'd my finger but did spare The burning of my heart To signifie in Love my share Sho'd be a little part Little I love but if that he Wo'd but that heat recall That joynt to ashes sho'd he burnt Ere I wo'd love at all Dean-bourn a rude River in Devon by which sometimes he lived DEan-bourn farewell I never look to see Deane or thy warty incivility Thy rockie bottome that doth teare thy streams And makes them frantick ev'n to all extreames To my content I never sho'd behold Were thy streames silver or thy rocks all gold Rockie thou art and rockie we discover Thy men and rockie are thy wayes all over O men O manners Now and ever knowne To be A Rockie Generation A people currish churlish as the seas And rude almost as rudest Salvages With whom I did and may re-sojourne when Rockes turn to Rivers Rivers turn to Men. Kissing Vsurie BIancha Let Me pay the debt I owe thee for a kisse Thou lend'st to me And I to thee Will render ten for this If thou wilt say Ten will not pay For that so rich a one I le cleare the somme If it will come Unto a Million By this I guesse Of happinesse Who has a little measure He must of right To th' utmost mite Make payment for his pleasure To Julia HOw rich and pleasing thou my Julia art In each thy dainty and peculiar part First for thy Queen-ship on thy head is set Of flowers a sweet commingled Coronet About thy neck a Carkanet is bound Made of the Rubie Pearle and Diamond A golden ring that shines upon thy thumb About thy wrist the rich Dardanium Between thy Breast then Doune of Swans more white There playes the Saphire with the Chrysolite No part besides must of thy selfe be known But by the Topaz Opa Calcedon To Laurels AFunerall stone Or Verse I covet none But onely crave Of you that I may have Asacred Laurel springing from my grave Which being seen Blest with perpetuall greene May grow to be Not so much call'd a tree As the eternall monument of me His Cavalier GIve me that man that dares bestride The active Sea-horse with pride Through that huge field of waters ride Who with his looks too can appease The ruffling winds and raging Seas In mid'st of all their outrages This this a virtuous man can doe Saile against Rocks and split them too I and a world of Pikes pasle through Zeal required in Love I 'Le doe my best to win when'ere I wooe That man loves not who is not zealous too The Bag of the Bee ABout the sweet bag of a Bee Two Cupids fell at ddos And whose the pretty prize shu'd be They vow'd to ask the Gods Which Venus hearing thither came And for their boldness stript them And taking thence from each his flame With rods of Mirtle whipt them Which done to still their wanton cries When quiet grown sh 'ad seen them She kist and wip'd thir dove-like eyes And gave the Bag between them Love kill'd by Lack. LEt me be warme let me be fully fed Luxurious Love by Wealth is nourished Let me be leane and cold and once grown poore I shall dislike what once I lov'd before To his Mistresse CHoose me your Valentine Next let us marry Love to the death will pine If we long tarry Promise and keep your vowes Or vow ye never Loves doctrine disallowes Troth-breakers ever You have broke promise twice Deare to undoe me If you prove faithlesse thrice None then will wooe you To the generous Reader SEE and not see and if thou chance t'espie Some Aberrations in my Poetry Wink at small faults the greater ne'rthelesse Hide and with them their Fathers nakedness Let 's doe our best our Watch and Ward to keep Homer himself in a long work may sleep To Criticks I Le write because I le give You Criticks means to live For sho'd I not supply The Cause th' effect wo'd die Duty to Tyrants GOod Princes must be pray'd for for the bad They must be borne with and in rev'rence had Doe they first pill thee next pluck off thy skin Good children kisse the rods that punish sin Touch not the Tyrant Let the Gods alone To strike him dead that but usurps a Throne Being once blind his request to Biancha WHen Age or Chance has made me blind So that the path I cannot find And when my falls and stumblings are More then the stones i'th'street by farre Goe thou afore and I shall well Follow thy Perfumes by the smell Or be my guide and I shall be Led by some light that flows from thee Thus held or led by thee I shall In wayes confus'd nor slip or fall Upon Blanch. BLanch swears her Husband 's lovely when a scald Has blear'd his eyes Besides his head is bald Next his wilde eares like Lethern wings full spread Flutter to flie and beare away his

I le poure into thee To Sir Cilpseby Crew GIve me wine and give me meate To create in me a heate That my Pulses high may beate 2. Cold and hunger never yet Co'd a noble Verse beget But your Boules with Sack repleat 3. Give me these my Knight and try In a Minutes space how I Can runne mad and Prophesie 4. Then if any Peece proves new And rare I le say my dearest Crew It was full enspir'd by you Good Luck not lasting IF well the Dice runne le ts applaud the cast The happy fortune will not alwayes last A Kisse WHat is a Kisse Why this ' as some approve The sure sweet-Sement Glue and Lime of Love Glorie I Make no haste to have my Numbers read Seldome comes Glorie till a man be dead Poets WAntons we are and though our words be such Our Lives do differ from our Lines by much No despight to the dead REproach we may the living not the dead 'T is cowardice to bite the buried To his Verses WHat will ye my poor Orphans do When I must leave the World and you who 'l give ye then a sheltring shed Or credit ye when I am dead who 'l let ye by their fire fit Although ye have a stock of wit Already coin'd to pay for it I cannot tell unlesse there be Some Race of old humanitie Left of the large heart and long hand Alive as Noble Westmor land Or gallant Newark which brave two May fost'ring fathers be to you If not expect to be no less Ill us'd then Babes left fatherless His charge to Julia at his death DEarest of thousands now the time drawes neere That with my Lines my Life must full-stop here Cut off thy haires and let thy Teares be shed Over my Turfe when I am buried Then for effusions let none wanting be Or other Rites that doe belong to me As Love shall helpe thee when thou do'st go hence Unto thy everlasting residence Upon Love IN a Dreame Love bad me go To the Gallies there to Rowe In the Vision I askt why Love as briefly did reply T was better there to toyle then prove The turmoiles they endure that love I awoke and then I knew What Love said was too too true Henceforth therefore I will be As from Love from trouble free None pities him that 's in the snare And warn'd before wo'd not beware The Coblers Catch COme sit we by the fires side And roundly drinke we here Till that we see our checkes Ale-dy'd And noses tann'd with Beere Upon Bran. Epig. WHat made that mirth last night the neighbours That Bran the Baker did his Breech bewray say I rather thinke though they may speake the worst T was to his Batch but Leaven laid there first Upon Snare an Usurer SNare ten i' th' hundred calls his wife and why Shee brings in much by carnall usury He by extortion brings in three times more Say who 's the worst th' exactor or the whore Upon Grudgings GRudgings turnes bread to stones when to the Poore He gives an almes and chides them from his doore Connubii Flores or the well-wishes at Weddings Chorus Sacerdotum 1. FRom the Temple to your home May a thousand blessings come And a sweet concurring stream Of all joyes to joyn with them Chorus Juvenum 2. HAppy day Make no long stay Here In thy Sphere But give thy place to night That she As Thee May be Partaker of this sight And since it was thy care To see the Younglings wed 'T is fit that Night the Paire Sho'd see safe brought to Bed Chorus Senum 3. GO to your banquet then but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite Love is a thing most nice and must be fed To such a height but never surfeited What is beyond the mean is ever ill 'T is best to feed Love but not over-fill Go then discreetly to the Bed of pleasure And this remember Vertue keepes the measure Chorus Virginum 4. LUckie signes we have discri'd To encourage on the Bride And to these we have espi'd Not a kissing Cupid flyes Here about but has his eyes To imply your Love is wise Chorus Pastorum 5. HEre we present a fleece To make a peece Of cloth Nor Faire must you be loth Your Finger to apply To huswiferie Then then begin To spin And Sweetling marke you what a Web will come Into your Chests drawn by your painfull Thumb Chorus Matronarum 6. SEt you to your Wheele and wax SRich by the Ductile Wool and Flax. Yarne is an Income and the Huswives thread The Larder fils with meat the Bin with bread Chorus Senum 7. LEt wealth come in by comely thrift And not by any sordid shift 'T is haste Makes waste Extreames have still their fault The softest Fire makes the sweetest Mault Who gripes too hard the dry and slip'rie sand Holds none at all or little in his hand Chorus Virginum 8. GOddesse of Pleasure Youth and Peace Give them the blessing of encrease And thou Lucina that do' it heare The vowes of those that children beare When as her Aprill ●● drawes neare Be thou then propitious there Chorus Fuvenum 9. FArre hence be all speech that may anger move Sweet words must nourish soft and gentle Love Chorus omnium 10. LIve in the Love of Doves and having told The Ravens yeares go hence more Ripe then old To his lovely Mistresses ONe night i'th'yeare my dearest Beauties come And bring those dew-d in●-offerings to my Tomb. When thence ye see my reverend Ghost to kisse And there to liek th'effuied sacrifice Though palenes be the Livery that I weare Looke ye not wan or colourlesse for feare Trust me I will not hurt ye or once shew The least grim looke or cast a frown on you Nor shall the Tapers when I 'm there burn blew This I may do perhaps as I glide by Cast on my Girles a glance and loving eye Or fold mine armes and sigh because I 've lost The world so soon and in it you the most Then these no feares more on your Fancies fall Though then I smile and speake no words at all Upon Love A Christall Violl Cupid brought Which had a juice in it Of which who drank he said no thought Of Love he sho'd admit 2. I greedy of the prize did drinke And emptied soon the glasse Which burnt me so that I do thinke The fire of hell it was 3. Give me my earthen Cups again The Christall I contemne Which though enchas'd with Pearls contain A deadly draught in them 4. And thou O Cupid come not to My Threshold since I see For all I have or else can do Thou still wilt cozen me Upon Gander Epig. SInce Gander did his prettie Youngling wed Gander they say doth each night pisse a Bed What is the cause Why Gander will reply No Goose layes good eggs that is trodden drye Upon Lungs Epig. LUngs as some say ne'r sets him down to eate But that his breath do's Fly-blow