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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

of a Million From whom we 'l reckon Wit came in but since The Calculation of thy Birth Brave Mince Vpon his gray haires FLy me not though I be gray Lady this I know you 'l say Better look the Roses red When with white commingled Black your haires are mine are white This begets the more delight When things meet most opposite As in Pictures we descry Venus standing Vulcan by Accusation IF Accusation onely can draw blood None shall be guiltlesse be he ne'r so good Pride allowable in Poets AS thou deserv'st be proud then gladly let The Muse give thee the Delphick Coronet A Vow to Minerva GOddesse I begin an Art Come thou in with thy best part For to make the Texture lye Each way smooth and civilly And a broad-fac't Owle shall be Offer'd up with Vows to Thee On Jone IOne wo'd go tel her haires and well she might Having but seven in all three black foure white Upon Letcher Epig. LEtcher was Carted first about the streets For false Position in his neighbours sheets Next hang'd for Theeving Now the people say His Carting was the Prologue to this Play Upon Dundrige DVndrige his Issue hath but is not styl'd For all his Issue Father of one Child To Electra T Is Ev'ning my Sweet And dark let us meet Long time w 'ave here been a toying And never as yet That season co'd get Wherein t' ave had an enjoying 2. For pitty or shame Then let not Love's flame Be ever and ever a spending Since now to the Port The path is but short And yet our way has no ending 3. Time flyes away fast Our houres doe waste The while we never remember How soone our life here Growes old with the yeere That dyes with the next December Discord not disadvantageous FOrtune no higher Project can devise Then to sow Discord 'mongst the Enemies Ill Government PReposterous is that Government and rude When Kings obey the wilder Multitude To Marygolds GIve way and be ye ravisht by the Sun And hang the head when as the Act is done Spread as He spreads wax lesse as He do's wane And as He shuts close up to Maids again To Dianeme GIve me one kisse And no more If so be this Makes you poore To enrich you I le restore For that one two Thousand score To Julia the Flaminica Dialis or Queen-Priest THou know'st my Julia that it is thy turne This Mornings Incense to prepare and burrie The Chaplet and Inarculum here be With the white Vestures all attending Thee This day the Queen-Priest thou art made t' appease Love for our very-many Trespasses One chiefe transgression is among the rest Because with Flowers her Temple was not drest The next because her Altars did not shine With daily Fyers The last neglect of Wine For which her wrath is gone forth to consume Us all unlesse preserv'd by thy Perfume Take then thy Censer Put in Fire and thus O Pious-Priestresse make a Peace for us For our neglect Love did our Death decree That we escape Redemption comes by Thee Anacreontike BOrn I was to be old And for to die here After that in the mould Long for to lye here But before that day comes Still I be Bousing For I know in the Tombs There 's no Carousing Meat without mirth EAten I have and though I had good cheere I did not sup because no friends were there Where Mirth and Friends are absent when we Dine Or Sup there wants the Incense and the Wine Large Bounds doe but bury us ALL things o'r-rul'd are here by Chance The greatest mans Inheritance Where ere the luckie Lot doth fall Serves but for place of Buriall Upon Ursley VRsley she thinks those Velvet Patches grace The Candid Temples of her comely face But he will say who e'r those Circlets seeth They be but signs of Ursleys hollow teeth An Ode to Sir Clipsebie Crew 1. HEre we securely live and eate The Creame of meat And keep eternal fires By which we sit and doe Divine As Wine And Rage inspires 2. If full we charme then call upon Anacreon To grace the frantick Thyrse And having drunk we raise a shout Throughout To praise his Verse 3. Then cause we Horace to be read Which sung or seyd A Goblet to the brim Of Lyrick Wine both swell'd and crown'd A Round We quaffe to him 4. Thus thus we live and spend the houres In Wine and Flowers And make the frollick yeere The Month the Week the instant Day To stay The longer here 5. Come then brave Knight and see the Cell Wherein I dwell And my Enchantments too Which Love and noble freedome is And this Shall fetter you 6. Take Horse and come or be so kind To send your mind Though but in Numbers few And I shall think I have the heart Or part Of Clipseby Crew To his worthy Kinsman Mr. Stephen Soame NOr is my Number full till I inscribe Thee sprightly Soame one of my righteous Tribe A Tribe of one Lip Leven and of One Civil Behaviour and Religion A Stock of Saints where ev'ry one doth weare A stole of white and Canonized here Among which Holies be Thou ever known Brave Kinsman markt out with the whiter stone Which seals Thy Glorie since I doe prefer Thee here in my eternall Calender To his Tomb-maker GO I must when I am gone Write but this upon my Stone Chaste I liv'd without a wife That 's the Story of my life Strewings need none every flower Is in this word Batchelour Great Spirits supervive OUr mortall parts may wrapt in Seare-cloths lye Great Spirits never with their bodies dye None free from fault OUt of the world he must who once comes in No man exempted is from Death or sinne Upon himselfe being buried LEt me sleep this night away Till the Dawning of the day Then at th'opening of mine eyes I and all the world shall rise Pitie to the prostrate T Is worse then barbarous cruelty to show No part of pitie on a conquer'd foe Way in a crowd ONce on a Lord-Mayors day in Cheapside when Skulls co'd not well passe through that scum of men For quick dispatch Sculls made no longer stay Then but to breath and every one gave way For as he breath'd the People swore from thence A Fart flew out or a Sir-reverence His content in the Country HEre here I live with what my Board Can with the smallest cost afford Though ne'r so mean the Viands be They well content my Prew and me Or Pea or Bean or Wort or Beet What ever comes content makes sweet Here we rejoyce because no Rent We pay for our poore Tenement Wherein we rest and never feare The Landlord or the Usurer The Quarter-day do's ne'r affright Our Peacefull slumbers in the night We eate our own and batten more Because we feed on no mans score But pitie those whose flanks grow great Swel'd with the Lard of others meat We blesse our Fortunes when we see Our own beloved privacie

we 'l know his Guard Kings though th' are hated will be fear'd Wine lead him on Thus to a Grove Sometimes devoted unto Love Tinseld with Twilight He and They Lead by the shine of Snails a way Beat with their num'rous feet which by Many a neat perplexity Many a turn and man ' a crosse Track they redeem a bank of mosse Spungie and swelling and farre more Soft then the finest Lemster Ore Mildly disparkling like those fiers Which break from the Injeweld tyres Of curious Brides or like those mites Of Candi'd dew in Moony nights Upon this Convex all the flowers Nature begets by th' Sun and showers Are to a wilde digestion brought As if Loves Sampler here was wrought Or Citherea's Ceston which All with temptation doth bewitch Sweet Aires move here and more divine Made by the breath of great ey'd-kine Who as they lowe empearl with milk The four-leav'd grasse or mosse-like silk The breath of Munkies met to mix With Musk-flies are th' Aromaticks Which cense this Arch and here and there And farther off and every where Throughout that Brave Mosaick yard Those Picks or Diamonds in the Card With peeps of Harts of Club and Spade Are here most neatly inter-laid Many a Counter many a Die Half rotten and without an eye Lies here abouts and for to pave The excellency of this Cave Squirrils and childrens teeth late shed Are neatly here enchequered With brownest Toadstones and the Gum That shines upon the blewer Plum The nails faln off by Whit-flawes Art's Wise hand enchasing here those warts Which we to others from our selves Sell and brought hither by the Elves The tempting Mole stoln from the neck Of the shie Virgin seems to deck The holy Entrance where within The roome is hung with the blew skin Of shifted Snake enfreez'd throughout With eyes of Peacocks Trains Trout-flies curious wings and these among Those silver-pence that cut the tongue Of the red infant neatly hung The glow-wormes eyes the shining scales Of silv'rie fish wheat-strawes the snailes Soft Candle-light the Kitling's eyne Corrupted wood serve here for shine No glaring light of bold-fac't Day Or other over radiant Ray Ransacks this roome but what weak beams Can make reflected from these jems And multiply Such is the light But ever doubtfull Day or night By this quaint Taper-light he winds His Errours up and now he finds His Moon-tann'd Mab as somewhat sick And Love knowes tender as a chick Upon six plump Dandillions high Rear'd lyes her Elvish-majestie Whose woollie-bubbles seem'd to drowne Hir Mab-ship in obedient Downe For either sheet was spread the Caule That doth the Infants face enthrall When it is born by some enstyl'd The luckie Omen of the child And next to these two blankets ore Cast of the finest Gossamore And then a Rug of carded wooll Which Spunge-like drinking in the dull Light of the Moon seem'd to comply Cloud-like the daintie Deitie Thus soft she lies and over-head A Spinners circle is bespread With Cob-web-curtains from the roof So neatly sunck as that no proof Of any tackling can declare What gives it hanging in the Aire The Fringe about this are those Threds Broke at the Losse of Maiden-heads And all behung with these pure Pearls Dropt from the eyes of ravisht Girles Or writhing Brides when panting they Give unto Love the straiter way For Musick now He has the cries Of fained-lost-Virginities The which the Elves make to excite A more unconquer'd appetite The Kings undrest and now upon The Gnats-watch-word the Elves are gone And now the bed and Mab possest Of this great-little-kingly-Guest We 'll nobly think what 's to be done He 'll do no doubt This flax is spun To his peculiar friend Master Thomas Shapcott Lawyer I 'Ve paid Thee what I promis'd that 's not All Besides I give Thee here a Verse that shall When hence thy Circum-mortall-part is gon Arch-like hold up Thy Name 's Inscription Brave men can't die whose Candid Actions are Writ in the Poets Endlesse-Kalendar Whos 's velome and whose volumne is the Skie And the pure Starres the praising Poetrie Farewell To Julia in the Temple BEsides us two i' th' Temple here 's not one To make up now a Congregation Let 's to the Altar of perfumes then go And say short Prayers and when we have done so Then we shall see how in a little space Saints will come in to fill each Pew and Place To Oenone 1. WHat Conscience say is it in thee When I a Heart had one To Take away that Heart from me And to retain thy own 2. For shame or pitty now encline To play a loving part Either to send me kindly thine Or give me back my heart 3. Covet not both but if thou dost Resolve to part with neither Why yet to shew that thou art just Take me and mine together His weaknesse in woes I Cannot suffer And in this my part Of Patience wants Grief breaks the stoutest Heart Fame makes us forward TO Print our Poems the propulsive cause Is Fame the breath of popular applause To Groves YEe silent shades whose each tree here Some Relique of a Saint doth weare Who for some sweet-hearts sake did prove The fire and martyrdome of love Here is the Legend of those Saints That did for love and their complaints Their wounded hearts and names we find Encarv'd upon the Leaves and Rind Give way give way to me who come Scorch't with the selfe-same martyrdome And have deserv'd as much Love knowes As to be canoniz'd 'mongst those Whose deeds and deaths here written are Within your Greenie-Kalendar By all those Virgins Fillets hung Upon your Boughs and Requiems sung For Saints and Soules departed hence Here honour'd still with Frankincense By all those teares that have been shed As a Drink-offering to the dead By all those True-love-knots that be With Motto's carv'd on every tree By sweet S. Phillis pitie me By deare S. Iphis and the rest Of all those other Saints now blest Me me forsaken here admit Among your Mirtles to be writ That my poore name may have the glory To live remembred in your story An Epitaph upon a Virgin HEre a solemne Fast we keepe While all beauty lyes asleep Husht be all things no noyse here But the toning of a teare Or a sigh of such as bring Cowslips for her covering To the right gratious Prince Lodwick Duke of Richmond and Lenox OF all those three-brave-brothers faln i'th'Warre Not without glory Noble Sir you are Despite of all concussions left the Stem To shoot forth Generations like to them Which may be done if Sir you can beget Men in their substance not in counterfeit Such Essences as those Three Brothers known Eternall by their own production Of whom from Fam's white Trumpet This I le Tell Worthy their everlasting Chronicle Never since first Bellona us'd a Shield Such Three brave Brothers fell in Mars his Field These were those Three Horatii Rome did boast Rom's where these Three Horatii we