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
flower that gives me nourishing But with a kisse or thanks doc pay For Honie that I beare away This said he laid his little scrip Of hony 'fore her Ladiship And told her as some tears did fall That that he took and that was all At which she smil'd and bade him goe And take his bag but thus much know When next he came a pilfring so He sho'd from her full lips derive Hony enough to fill his hive Upon Prig. PRig now drinks Water who before drank Beere What 's now the cause we know the case is cleere Look in Prigs's purse the chev'rell there tell syou Prig mony wants either to buy or brew Upon Batt BAtt he gets children not for love to reare 'em But out of hope his wife might die to beare ' em An Ode to Master Endymion Porter upon his Brothers death NOt all thy flushing Sunnes are set Herrick as yet Nor doth this far-drawn Hemisphere Frown and look sullen ev'ry where Daies may conclude in nights and Suns may rest As dead within the West Yet the next Morne re-guild the fragrant East Alas for me that I have lost E'en all almost Sunk is my sight set is my Sun And all the loome of life undone The staffe the Elme the prop the shelt'ring wall Whereon my Vine did crawle Now now blowne downe needs must the old stock fall Yet Porter while thou keep'st alive In death I thrive And like a Phenix re-aspire From out my Narde and Fun'rall fire And as I prune my feather'd youth so I Doe mar'l how I co'd die When I had Thee my chiefe Preserver by I 'm up I 'm up and blesse that hand Which makes me stand Now as I doe and but for thee I must confesse I co'd not be The debt is paid for he who doth resigne Thanks to the gen'rous Vine Invites fresh Grapes to fill his Presse with Wine To his dying Brother Master William Herrick LIfe of my life take not so soone thy flight But stay the time till we have bade Good night Thou hast both Wind and Tide with thee Thy way As soone dispatcht is by the Night as Day Let us not then so rudely henceforth goe Till we have wept kist sigh 't shook hands or so There 's paine in parting and a kind of hell When once true-lovers take their last Fare-well What shall we two our endlesse leaves take here Without a sad looke or a solemne teare He knowes not Love that hath not this truth proved Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved Pay we our Vowes and goe yet when we part Then even then I will bequeath my heart Into thy loving hands For I le keep none To warme my Breast when thou my Pulse art gone No here I le last and walk a harmless shade About this Urne wherein thy Dust is laid To guard it so as nothing here shall be Heavy to hurt those sacred seeds of thee The Olive Branch SAdly I walk't within the field To see what comfort it wo'd yeeld And as I went my private way An Olive-branch before me lay And seeing it I made a stay And took it up and view'd it then Kissing the Omen said Amen Be be it so and let this be A Divination unto me That in short time my woes shall cease And Love shall crown my End with Peace Upon Much-more Epig. MUch-more provides and hoords up like an Ant Yet Much-more still complains he is in want Let Much-more justly pay his tythes then try How both his Meale and Oile will multiply To Cherry-blossomes YE may simper blush and smile And perfume the aire a while But sweet things ye must be gone Fruit ye know is comming on Then Ah! Then where is your grace When as Cherries come in place How Lillies came white WHite though ye be yet Lillies know From the first ye were not so But I le tell ye What befell ye Cupid and his Mother lay In a Cloud while both did play He with his pretty finger prest The rubie niplet of her breast Out of the which the creame of light Like to a Dew Fell downe on you And made ye white To Pansies AH cruell Love must I endure Thy many scorns and find no cure Say are thy medicines made to be Helps to all others but to me I le leave thee and to Pansies come Comforts you 'l afford me some You can ease my heart and doe What Love co'd ne'r be brought unto On Gelli-flowers begotten WHat was 't that fell but now From that warme kisse of ours Look look by Love I vow They were two Gelli-flowers Let 's kisse and kisse agen For if so be our closes Make Gelli-flowers then I 'm sure they 'l fashion Roses The Lilly in a Christal YOu have beheld a smiling Rose When Virgins hands have drawn O'r it a Cobweb-Lawne And here you see this Lilly shows Tomb'd in a Christal stone More faire in this transparent case Then when it grew alone And had but single grace You see how Creame but naked is Nor daunces in the eye Without a Strawberrie Or some fine tincture like to this Which draws the sight thereto More by that wantoning with it Then when the paler hieu No mixture did admit You see how Amber through the streams More gently stroaks the sight With some conceal'd delight Then when he darts his radiant beams Into the boundlesse aire Where either too much light his worth Doth all at once impaire Or set it little forth Put Purple Grapes or Cherries in To Glasse and they will send More beauty to commend Them from that cleane and subtile skin Then if they naked stood And had no other pride at all But their own flesh and blood And tinctures naturall Thus Lillie Rose Grape Cherry Creame And Straw-berry do stir More love when they transfer A weak a soft a broken beame Then if they sho'd discover At full their proper excellence Without some Scean cast over To juggle with the sense Thus let this Christal'd Lillie be A Rule how far to teach Your nakednesse must reach And that no further then we see Those glaring colours laid By Arts wise hand but to this end They sho'd obey a shade Lest they too far extend So though y' are white as Swan or Snow And have the power to move A world of men to love Yet when your Lawns Silks shal flow And that white cloud divide Into a doubtful Twi-light then Then will your hidden Pride Raise greater fires in men To his Booke LIke to a Bride come forth my Book at last With all thy richest jewels over-cast Say if there be 'mongst many jems here one Deservelesse of the name of Paragon Blush not at all for that since we have set Some Pearls on Queens that have been counterfet Upon some women THou who wilt not love doe this Learne of me what Woman is Something made of thredand thrumme A meere Botch of all and some Pieces patches ropes of haire In-laid Garbage
minde all torne The Vision ME thought I saw as I did dreame in bed A crawling Vine about Anacreon's head Flusht was his face his haires with oyle did shine And as he spake his mouth ranne ore with wine Tipled he was and tipling lispt withall And lisping reeld and reeling like to fall A young Enchantresse close by him did stand Tapping his plump thighes with a mirtle wand She smil'd he kist and kissing cull'd her too And being cup-shot more he co'd not doe For which me thought in prittie anger she Snatcht off his Crown and gave the wreath to me Since when me thinks my braines about doe swim And I am wilde and wanton like to him A vow to Venus HAppily I had a sight Of my dearest deare last night Make her this day smile on me And I le Roses give to thee On his Booke THe bound almost now of my book I see But yet no end of those therein or me Here we begin new life while thousands quite Are lost and theirs in everlasting night A sonnet of Perilla THen did I live when I did see Perilla smile on none but me But ah by starres malignant crost The life I got I quickly lost But yet a way there doth remaine For me embalm'd to live againe And that 's to love me in which state I le live as one Regenerate Bad may be better MAn may at first transgress but next do well Vice doth in some but lodge a while not dwell Posting to Printing LEt others to the Printing Presse run fast Since after death comes glory I le not haste Rapine brings Ruine WHat 's got by Justice is establisht sure No Kingdomes got by Rapine long endure Comfort to a youth that had lost his Love WHat needs complaints When she a place Has with the race Of Saints In endlesse mirth She thinks not on What 's said or done In earth She sees no teares Or any tone Of thy deep grone She heares Nor do's she minde Or think on 't now That ever thou Wast kind But chang'd above She likes not there As she did here Thy Love Forbeare therefore And Lull asleepe Thy woes and weep No more Upon Boreman Epig. BOreman takes tole cheats flatters lyes yet Boreman For all the Divell helps will be a poore man Saint Distaffs day or the morrow after Twelth day PArtly worke and partly play Ye must on S. Distaffs day From the Plough soone free your teame Then come home and fother them If the Maides a spinning goe Burne the flax and fire the tow Scorch their plackets but beware That ye singe no maiden-haire Bring in pailes of water then Let the Maides bewash the men Give S. Distaffe all the right Then bid Christmas sport good-night And next morrow every one To his owne vocation Sufferance IN the hope of ease to come Let 's endure one Martyrdome His teares to Thamasis I Send I send here my supremest kiss To thee my silver-footed Thamasis No more shall I reiterate thy Strand Whereon so many Stately Structures stand Nor in the summers sweeter evenings go To bath in thee as thousand others doe No more shall I a long thy christall glide In Barge with boughes and rushes beautifi'd With soft-smooth Virgins for our chast disport To Richmond Kingstone and to Hampton-Court Never againe shall I with Finnie-Ore Put from or draw unto the faithfull shore And Landing here or safely Landing there Make way to my Beloved Westminster Or to the Golden-cheap-side where the earth Of Julia Herrick gave to me my Birth May all clean Nimphs and curious water Dames With Swan-like-state flote up down thy streams No drought upon thy wanton waters fall To make them Leane and languishing at all No ruffling winds come hither to discease Thy pure and Silver-wristed Naides Keep up your state ye streams and as ye spring Never make sick your Banks by surfeiting Grow young with Tydes and though I see ye never Receive this vow so fare-ye-well for ever Pardons THose ends in War the best contentment bring Whose Peace is made up with a Pardoning Peace not Permanent GReat Cities seldome rest If there be none T' invade from far They 'l finde worse foes at home Truth and Errour Twixt Truth and Errour there 's this difference known Errour is fruitfull Truth is onely one Things mortall still mutable THings are uncertain and the more we get The more on ycie pavements we are set Studies to be supported STudies themselves will languish and decay When either price or praise is ta'ne away Wit punisht prospers most DRead not the shackles on with thine intent Good wits get more fame by their punishment Twelfe night or King and Queene NOw now the mirth comes With the cake full of plums Where Beane's the King of the sport here Beside we must know The Pea also Must revell as Queene in the Court here Begin then to chuse This night as ye use Who shall for the present delight here Be a King by the lot And who shall not Be Twelfe-day Queene for the night here Which knowne let us make Joy-sops with the cake And let not a man then be seen here Who unurg'd will not drinke To the base from the brink A health to the King and the Queene here Next crowne the bowle full With gentle lambs-wooll Adde sugar nutmeg and ginger With store of ale too And thus ye must doe To make the wassaile a swinger Give then to the King And Queene wassailing And though with ale ye be whet here Yet part ye from hence As free from offence As when ye innocent met here His desire GIve me a man that is not dull When all the world with rifts is full But unamaz'd dares clearely sing When as the roof's a tottering And though it falls continues still Tickling the Citterne with his quill Caution in Councell KNow when to speake for many times it brings Danger to give the best advice to Kings Moderation LEt moderation on thy passions waite Who loves too much too much the lov'd will hate Advice the best actor STill take à dvice though counsels when they flye At randome sometimes hit most happily Conformity is comely COnformity gives comelinesse to things And equall shares exclude all murmerings Lawes WHo violates the Customes hurts the Health Not of one man but all the Common-wealth The meane T Is much among the filthy to be clean Our heat of youth can hardly keep the mean Like loves his like LIke will to like each Creature loves his kinde Chaste words proceed still from a bashfull minde His hope or sheat-Anchor AMong these Tempests great and manifold My Ship has here one only Anchor-hold That is my hope which if that slip I 'm one Wildred in this vast watry Region Comfort in Calamity T Is no discomfort in the world to fall When the great Crack not Crushes one but all Twilight THe Twi-light is no other thing we say Then Night now gone and yet not sprung the Day False Mourning