Sa sR es i A | ta i i) rf * be kee ok- University of Virginia Library ae ani .W6; vape s Women, lo aT i iil O00at ae ee ee Aaa ae eae ET : Sess ee ss Ot me i ek alien pte eR eth DT = yes ee tn eA ated thd ee eee ae Pe eB he rank, fe eee ose pth lta. pels LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA PRESENTED BY MRS. C. W. KENT& a * i A i Cs FH : DI 3 a Ss : rs a it A a tele dea Saasa (yur fies a Eales i Sa =e et LAV iC ic [ h LI i Uy % * i i 9edited by J.Potter Briscoe, F.RH.S.i bi a § is it + a e a aPVOMEN, LOVE § FLOWERS. : Truslove, Hanson, ES Comba | ae K . (W 607 ifth A venue j Y ‘tn Ay ry : Zs NEBL NSA (fi i hen wd yu Y > u h "ROB OLDE p fA A GF HE author of Hesperides was the seventh child of a London Cheapside goldsmith named Nicholas Herrick, and was a descendant of the ancient Leicestershire family of that name of which Dean Swift’s mother was a member. Robert was baptized in 1591, and in the following year he lost his father. under the guardianship of his paternal uncle. He was placed William, who was subsequently knighted. The future poet probably received his ele- mentary education at Westminster School. and at the age of sixteen was apprenticed to his uncle, who was a goldsmith, for ten years. He did not, however, complete his engagement. Six years later, in 1613, Robert was a fellow-commoner at St. John’s, Cam- bridge. In 1616 he joined Trinity Hall. Here he took his B.A. and his M.A. Much of his literary work was done in London and at Cambridge. Herrick was given the living of Dean a2 Perper er Para Pk tee aeee ae ne vi INTRODUCTION Prior, six miles from Totnes, on the borders of Dartmoor, to which he was admitted on ond October 1629. Country life was less congenial to him than the convivial life of the metropolis and the University, although his best literary work was produced at Dean Prior. Anthony & Wood records that he ‘became much beloved by the gentry in those parts for his florid and witty dis- courses.. His domestic arrangements were presided over by Prudence Baldwin—the ‘Prue’ of whom he wrote many lines. 3eing a devoted Royalist, he was ejected from his living in 1647, to which he was restored in 1662. In the interval he had returned to London, settling in St. Anne’s, Westminster, where he dropped his clerical title and garb, and was supported by his relatives and friends. Herrick was buried October 15, 1674. In 1648 his collected poems were pub- lished under the title of ‘Hesperides: or, The Works both Humane and Divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.’ ‘These were not classified. This work has passed through several editions, which have been edited by T. Maitland (Lord Dundrennan), Singer, Walford, Hazlitt, Morley, and Grosart ; and selections have been made by Dr. Nott and Professor Palgrave. : Of the author of Hesperides and his poetical productions Mr. Robert BuchananINTRODUCTION Vil once wrote :—* Herrick has scores of unpity- ing yet flawless *" mistresses,” real and ideal, whom he has transmitted to posterity under euphonious names. praises sweetly and modestly. His senti- mental morality was by no means of the dull, heavy kind: on the contrary, it was brisk and easy, like the religious morality of Herbert and Wither. His songs suggest the picture of a respectable British Bacchus, stout and middle-aged, lipping soft lyrics to the blushing Ariadne at his side; while in the background of flowers and green leaves we catch a glimpse of Oberon and Titania walking through a stately minuet on a close- shaven lawn, to the frolicking admiration of assembled fairyland. Herrick’s best things are his poems Whenever sings well and in praise of country life. he sings good-humouredly he sweetly. His gladsome. mercurial temper had a great deal to do with the composition of his best lyries ; for the parson of Dean Prior was no philosopher, (and his lightest, airiest verses are the best. | His was a happy, careless nature, throwing ff verses out of the fulness of a joyous heart, rioting in a pleasant sunny element.’ Professor Henry Morley placed Herrick, as t lyric poet, second only to Burns ‘in range f thought and fulness of natural] music’ ; ind believed that ‘he could shape an ideal Julia, and play about her with many a As a rule, he sings their Pe ee EWS Vesviil INTRODUCTION dainty song; could shape what music he pleased about Perilla, Sappho, Dianeme: while, in other moods, the doles to the poor at his parsonage door ; his spaniel Tracy ; his servant Prudence Baldwin in her fidelity, her sickness, her death ; the relatives and friends whom he loved, and to whom one after another he gives a place in his white Register, that they may live with him immortal upon earth; his loyalty to his king, not unmixed with a sense of limit toa king’s authority ; his lament over the tumults of thé Civil War; his loyalty to God; his sense of grey hairs, age, and the quiet looking of his soul toward the passage from this life into the next; in these and a hundred other moods the whole mind speaks.’ ‘Herrick reminds us,’ writes Mr. A. EE Bullen, ‘at one time of the Greek epigram- matists; at another of Catullus, or Horace, or Martial; now of Ronsard, and then of >on Jonson. But he was always original. He polished his verses carefully, but they never smell of the lamp. A consummate artist, he successfully attempted a variety of metrical experiments. But apart from its formal excellence his poetry has a fresh, natural charm that the simplest may appreciate.’ Herrick’s Hesperides is undoubtedly one of the brightest works within the range ofINTRODUCTION 1x British literature. It is ‘consummate in finish, exquisite in fancy, fresh and natural throughout, and rich in sweet and delightful pictures of the homely English countr y and the quaint, kindly, old-world customs of her folk. His love-poems are stamped with a real abandon al is not Horatian and not Anacreontic, but all his own. In unforced sweetness of melody and perfect harmony of sound and sense Herrick rises above all his brethren among the Caroline lyrists, and, indeed, follows closely in the steps < Shakespeare.’ Throughout his writings ‘i is serie ly natural and—English. This little volume consists of pieces which relate to “Women, Love, and Flowers’ in Hesperides, and an attempt has been made to arrange them according to subjects. It is hoped that this selection may lead to a wider acquaintance with the charming poetry of Robert Herrick, the ‘argument’ of whose Hesperides is given in these lines: ‘I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers ; I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. I write of youth, of love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness ; I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and afew : I sing of times trans-shifting ; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white ; ee éINTRODUCTION hts, and I sing I write of groves, of twilig The court of Mab, I write of Hell; I sing, and ever shall Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all. and of the fairy King. The epitaph which Herrick wrote for him- self was— ‘Chaste I lived, without a wife, That’s the story of my life.’Vi. CONTENTS MAIDS, LOVE, KISSES, CUPID, AND VENUS VERSES TO HIS MISTRESSES VERSES TO JULIA TO SILVIA, PERILLA, PERENNA, AND ANTHEA TO DIANEME, BIANCHA, SAPPHO, MYRRHA, CYNTHIAS, AND CORINNA TO ELECTRA, CZNONE, PRUE, AND OTHERS . LOVE AND OTHER VERSES FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS . OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS POEM-HEADINGShe nai au | ‘ is i] cetW OREN, LOVE AWE FLOWERS |} MAIDS, LOVE. KISSES, CUPID, AND VENUS }TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MU H OF TIME g ATHER ye rosebuds while ye : may ; Old time is still a-flying ; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. he glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, he sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. ‘hat age is best which is the first, ' When youth and blood are warmer: ut being spent the worse and worst | Times still succeed the former. A Pe a a R i aia a ee ew ce eeFi De tnt ails Re te te MAIDS, LOVE, KISSES Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry ; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry. TO VIRGINS H EAR, ye Virgins, and I’ll teach What the times of old did preach. Rosamond was in a bower Kept, as Danaé in a tower ; Sut yet Love, who subtile is, Crept to that, and came to this. Be ye locked up like to these, Or the rich Hesperides : Or those babies in your eyes, In their crystal nunneries ; Notwithstanding, love will win, Or else force a passage 10 ; And as coy be as you can, Gifts will get ye, or the man. THE CRUEL MAID ND, cruel maid, because I see You scornful of my love and me; I’ll trouble you no more, but go My way, where you shall never know What is become of me; there I Will find me out a path to die, Or learn some way how to forget You and your name for ever; yetCUPID AND:VENUS Ere I go hence, know this from me, What will in time your fortune be: This to your coyness I will tell, And having spoke it once, farewell. The lily will not long endure, Nor the snow continue pure; The rose, the violet, one day : See, both these lady-flowers decay ; » And you must fade as well as they. - And it may chance that love may turn, ~ ~ And, like to mine, make vour heart burn And weep to see it; yet this thing do, That my last vow commends to you: When you shall see that I am dead. For pity let a tear be shed, And, with your mantle o’er me cast. Give my cold lips a kiss at last: If twice you kiss, you need not fear. That I shall stir or live more here. Next, hollow out a tomb to cover Me; me, the most despiséd lover ; , And write thereon, ‘ This, reader, know, .Love killed this man.’ No more, but so. }TO A MAID ince say you love me; that I thus must prove ; f that you lie, then I will swear you love, Se4 MAIDS, LOVE, KISSES UPON A VIRGIN Soe _ harmless shade, thy nightly hours, Selecting here a both herbs and flowers, Of which make garlands here and there, To dress thy silent sepulchre. Nor do thou fear the want of these In everlasting properties, Since we fresh strewings W ill bring hither Far faster than the first can wither. UPON A MAID ERE she lies, in bed of spice Fair as Eve in Paradise ; For her beauty it was such, Poets could not praise too much. Virgins come, and in a ring Her supremest requiem sing ; Then depart, but see ye tread Lightly, lightly o’er the dead. UPON A MAID cu she is, a long, long way, But she has decreed a day Back to come, and make no stay ; So we keep till her return Here her ashes, or her urn.OUPID AND VY¥ENUSA UPON CUPID :. )VE like a gipsy, lately came, And did me much importune To see my hand, that by the same He might foretell my fortune. He saw my palm; and then, said he, ‘I tell thee, by this score here, That thou, within few months, shalt be The youthful Prince D’Amour here.’ — And by some cross-line show it, That I could ne’er be Prince of Love. Though here the princely poet. A HYMN TO VENUS AND CUPID S EA-BORN goddess, let me be By thy son thus graced and thee, That whene’er I woo, I find Virgins coy, but not unkind. Let me, when I kiss a maid, Taste her lips, so overlaid With love’s syrup, that I may In your temple, when I pray, Kiss the altar, and confess, There ’s in love no bitterness. smiled, and bade him once more prove, Te ot ord Se ar6 MAEDS, LOVE, KISSES AN HYMN TO CUPID ak thou that bear’st the sway, With whom the sea-nymphs play, And Venus, every Way ; When I embrace thy knee, And make short prayers to thee, In love! then prosper me This day I go to woo, ; Instruct me how to do This work thou put’st me to. From shame my face keep free, From scorn I beg of thee, Love, to deliver me ! So shall I sing thy praise, And to thee altars raise, Unto the end of days. TO CUPID HAVE a leaden, thoua shaft of gold ; Thou kill’st with heat, and I strike dead with cold: Let’s try of us who shall the first expire, Or thou be frost, or I be quenchless fire. Extremes are fatal where they once do strike, . And bring to the heart destruction both alike. SeUUPED AND VENUE THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR, THE UNGENTLE GUEST (yo silent night of late When every creature rested, Came one unto my gate, And knocking, me molested. ‘Who’s that,’ said I, ‘beats there, And troubles thus the sleepy ?’ * Cast off,’ said he, ‘all fear, And let not locks thus keep ye. ‘For Ia boy am, who By moonless nights have swerved ; And all with showers wet through, And e’en with cold half starved.’ I pitiful arose, And soon a taper lighted ; And did myself disclose Unto the lad benighted. I saw he had a bow, And wings too, which did shiver : And looking down below, I spied he had a quiver. I to my chimney’s shine Brought him, as Love professes, And chafed his hands with mine, And dried his dropping tresses. a | ee eae : ; a asMAIDS, LOVE, KISSES But when he felt him warmed, ‘Let ’s try this bow of ours And string, if they be harmed,’ Said he, ‘with these late showers. 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’ll leave thy heart a-dying.’ UPON CUPID S lately I a garland bound ’Mongst roses, I there Cupid found ; I took him, put him in my cup, And drunk with wine, I drank him up. Hence then it is, that my poor breast Could never since find any rest. A SHORT HYMN TO VENUS (i ODDESS, I do love a girl I Ruby-lipped and toothed with pearl ; If so be I may but prove Lucky in this maid I love, I will promise there shall be Myrtles offered up to thee.~~ Nd b. Le CUPID AND VENUS 9 A VOW TO VENUS b APPILY TI had a sight Of my dearest dear last night ; Make her this day smile on me, And I'll roses give to thee. THE KISS: A DIALOGUE MONG thy fancies, tell me this, “~ What is the thing we call a kiss ? . I shall resolve ye what it is. It is a creature born and bred Between the lips, all cherry-red, By love and warm desires fed. It is an active flame, that flies First to the babies of the eyes, And charms them there with lullabies. Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear. It frisks and flies, now here, now there, "Tis now far off, and then ’tis near, Chor. And here, and there, and every- where. Has it a speaking virtue? 2. Yes. How speaks it, say? 2. Do you but this, Part your joined lips, then speaks your kiss : Chor. And this love’s sweetest lan- guage is, ee a ren ed e10 MATDS: LOY E, KISSES 1.Hasitabody? 2. Ay, and wings, With thousand rare encolourings ; And as it flies it gently sings, Chor. Love honey yields, but never stings. A KISS Veet is a kiss? Why this, as some approve, The sure sweet cement, glue, and lime of love. KISSES (, IVE me the food that satisfies a guest 5 XI Kisses are but dry banquets to a feast. TO: THE LADIES RUST me, ladies, I will do Nothing to distemper you ; If I any fret or vex, Men they shall be, not your sex. LOVE, WHAT If tS OVE is a circle, that doth restless move In the same sweet eternity of love.} ; TO LOVE ’M free from thee, and thou no more shalt hear My puling pipe to beat against thine ear : Farewell my shackles, though of pearl they be, Such precious thraldom ne’er shall fetter me. He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck unto a second yoke. OF LOVE: A SONNET H OW love came in I do not know, Whether by the eye, or ear, or no: Or whether with the soul it came, At first infuséd with the same: Whether in part ’tis here cr there, Or, like the soul, whole everywhere, This troubles me: but I as well As any other, this can tell; Then when from hence she does depart, The outlet then is from the heart. UPON LOVE OVE scorched my finger, but did spare The burning of my heart; To signify in love my share Should be a little part. PE a a are ee ce eal al a daa12 MATDS, LOY #, KISSES Little I love, but if that he Would but that heat recall, That joint to ashes should be burnt Ere I would love at all. LOVE KILLED BY LACK ae me be warm, let me be fully fed, Luxurious love by wealth is nourished. Let me be lean, and cold, and once grown #4 poor, I shall dislike what once I loved before. ZEAL REQUIRED IN LOVE LL do my best to win whene’er I woo ; That man loves not who is not zealous # too. AGAINST LOVE V THENEF’ER my heart love’s warmth @ ! but entertains, O frost ! O snow! O hail! forbid the banes. § One drop now deads a spark, but if the same } Once gets a force, floods cannot quench the } flame. Rather than love, let me be ever lost, Or let me ’gender with eternal frost.VENUS CUPID AND wevE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG BU say, to me-wards your affection’s strong ; -ray love me little, so you love me long. slowly goes far; the mean is best: desire xyrown violent does either die or tire. JPON HIMSELF OVE-SICK I am, and must endure A desperate grief that finds no cure. {h me! I try, and trying, prove, No herbs have power to cure love. Inly one sovereign salve I know, And that is death, the end of woe. 7IN LOVE |B )VE bade me ask a gift, And I no more did move ‘But this, that I might shift Still with my clothes my love. Chat favour granted was ; Since which, though I love many, ' Yet so it comes to pass, That long I love not any. JPON HIMSELF ! ] AM sieve-like, and can hold Nothing hot, or nothing cold ; ‘Put in love, and put in, too, Jealousy, and both will through ; SA ak Rae ame ae at eeMAIDS, LOVE, KISSES Put in fear, and hope, and doubt, What comes in, runs quickly out ; Put in secrecies withal, Whate’er enters, out it shall. 3ut if you can stop the sieve, For mine own part I’d as lieve Maids should say, or virgins sing, Herrick keeps, as holds, nothing. UPON LOVE OVE’Sa thing, as I do hear, Ever full of pensive fear ; Rather than to which I’l fall, Trust me, I’l not like at all: If to love I should intend, Let my hair then stand on end; And that terror likewise prove Fatal to me in my love. But if horror cannot slake Flames, which would an entrance make; Then the next thing I desire, Is to love, and live i’ th’ fire. OF LOVE | DO not love, nor can it be, Love will in vain spend shafts on me I did this godhead once defy, Since which I freeze, but cannot fry. Yet out, alas! the death’s the same, Killed by a frost or by a flame.GCUPID AND VENUS UPON HIMSELF DISLIKED but even now, Now I love I know not how. Was I idle, and that while Was I firéd with a smile? I’ll to work, or pray ; and then I shall quite dislike again. ANOTHER OVE he that will; it best likes me, To have my neck from Love’s yoke free. UPON LOVE iS )VE, I have broke Thy yoke > The neck is free: But when I’m next Love-vexed, Then shackle me. "Tis better yet To fret The feet or hands ; Than to enthral Or gall The neck with bands. ar DE a aa al a aa16 MAIDS, “LOVE, KISSES UPON LOVE HELD Love’s head while it did ache ; But so it chanced to be, The cruel pain did his forsake, And forthwith came to me. Ah me! how shall my grief be stilled? Or where else shall we find One like to me, who must be killed For being too, too kind ? UPON LOVE PLAYED with Love as with the fire The wanton satyr did ; Nor did I know, or could descry, What under there was hid. ‘That satyr he but burnt his lips ; But mine’s the greater smart, For, kissing Love’s dissembling chips, The fire scorched my heart. A CHARM, OR AN ALLAY FOR LOVE | F so be a toad be laid In a sheep’s skin newly flayed, And that tied to man, ’twill sever Him and his affections ever.CUPID AND VENUS TF OF LOVE ] LL get me hence, Because no fence Or fort that I can make here, But Love by charms, Or else by arms, Will storm, or starving take here. UPON LOVE * a dream, Love bade me go To the galleys there to row In the vision I asked why Love as briefly did reply : ‘Twas better there to toil, than prove The turmoils 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 warned before, would not beware. UPON LOVE CRYSTAL vial Cupid brought, a Which had a juice in it ; Of which who drank, he said, no thought Of love he should admit. B PR a18 MAIDS, LOVE, KISSES I, greedy of the prize, did drink, And emptied soon the glass, Which burnt me so, that I do think The fire of hell it was. Give me my earthen cups again, The crystal I contemn ; Which though enchased with pearls, contain & A deadly draught in them. 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. LOVE HIS axiom I have often heard— Kings ought to be more loved than} feared. UPON LOVE OVE is a circle, and an endless sphere; From good to good, revolving here and } there. UPON LOVE OME salve to every sore we may apply, Only for my wound there’s no remedy ; Yet if my Julia kiss me, there will be A sovereign balm found out to eure me.GOUPID AND VENUS IQ -PON LOVE r OVE brought me to a silent grove, -_» And showed me there a tree, 'Vhere some had hang’d themselves for love, And gave a twist to me. (‘he halter was of silk and gold ' That he reached forth unto me, slo otherwise than if he would By dainty things undo me. ile bade me then that necklace use And told me too, he maketh . glorious end by such a noose, His death for love that taketh. ‘Twas but a dream; but had I been There really alone, [y desperate fears, in love, had seen Mine execution. f1N LOVE OVE is a kind of war. Hence those who fear ! Jo cowards must his royal ensigns bear. \NOTHER me Love begins, there dead thy i 2 ‘ - first desire ; A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.MAIDS, LOVE, EKIESSES AN HYMN “LO, LOVE WILL confess With cheerfulness, Love is a thing so likes me, That, let her lay On me all day, I’ll kiss the hand that strikes me. I will not, I Now blubb’ring cry ; It, ah! too late repents me, That I did fall To love at all, Since love so much contents me. No, no, I’ll be In fetters free ; While others they sit wringing Their hands for pain, I’ entertain The wounds of love with singing. ed a eae [low With flowers and wine, _~ oa And cakes divine, To strike me I will tempt thee ; Which done, no more ste I’ll come before m . Chee and thine altars empty. of it meet og he EversGUPTiD AND VER US at OVE IS A SYRUP OVE is a syrup, and whoe’er we see Sick and surcharged with this satiety, {Shall by this pleasing trespass quickly prove, Chere’s loathsomeness e’en in the sweets of love. SJPON LOVE, BY WAY OF {QUESTION AND ANSWER . | BRING ye love. Ques. What will love : do? Ans. Like and dislike ye. [bring ye love. Ques. What will love do? Ans. Stroke ye, to strike ye. I bring ye love. Ques. What will love « Ans. Love will befool ye. I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do? Ans. Heat ye, to cool ye. I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do? Ans. Love gifts will send ye. |} I bring ye love. Ques. What will love d Ans. Stock ye, to spend ye. [ I bring ye love. wes. What will love do? Ans. Love will fulfil ye. I bring ye love. Quwues. What will love do? Ans. Kiss ye, to kill ye. — ~ ) eee a ae We VeeMAIDS, LOVE, EIESS ES OF LOVE ; I NSTRUCT me now what love will do; \i 2. "Twill make a tongueless man to woo. 1. Inform me next what love will do; 2. “Twill strangely make a one of two. 1. Teach me besides what love will do; 2. “Twill quickly mar and make ye too. 1. Tell me, now last, what love will do; 2. “Twill hurt and heal a heart pierced } through. ON LOVE a HAT love ’twixt men does ever longest | last, Where war and peace the dice by turns do § cast. ANOTHER ON LOVE OVE’S of itself too sweet: the best of } all Is, when love’s honey has a dash of gall. Ja Ka KonII VERSES TO HIS MISTRESSES TO HIS MISTRESS OBJE‘ rING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING NOR TALKING OU say I love not, ‘cause I do not play Still with your curls and kiss the time away. You blame me, too, because I can't devise to please those babies in your Some sport, eyes ; By Love’s religion, I must here confess it, The most I love when I the least express it. Small griefs find tongues ; full casks are ever found To give, if any, yet but little sound. Deep waters noiseless are; and this we know, That chiding streams betray small depths below. So when Love speechless is she doth express A depth in love, and that depth bottomless. 22 ‘ “0 ee ee ee De ee a ee ee da = ora edVERSES TO His MISTRESS HS Now since my love is tongueless, know me such, Who speak but little, ‘cause I love so much. UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES HAVE lost, and lately, these Many dainty mistresses : Stately Julia, prime of all; Sappho next, a principal ; Smooth Anthea, for a skin White and heaven-like crystalline ; Sweet Electra, and the choice Myrrha, for the lute and voice. Next Corinna, for her wit, And the graceful use of it ; With Perilla: all are gone, Only Herrick’s left alone, For to number sorrow by Their departures hence, and die. TO HIS MISTRESSES JUT on your silks, and piece by piece, Give them the scent of ambergris ; And for your breaths, too, let them smell Ambrosia like, or nectarel : While other gums their sweets perspire, By your own jewels set on fire.VRERSBES TO HIS MISTRESSES TO HIS MISTRESS HOOSE me your Valentine ; Next let us marry : Love to the death will pine, If we long tarry. Promise and keep your Vows, Or vow ye never ; Love’s doctrine disallows Troth-breakers ever. You have broke promise twice, Dear, to undo me; If you prove faithless thrice, None then will woo ye. HIS MISERY IN A MISTRESS a ald x 7TATER, water I espy ; Come and cool ye, all who fry In your loves, but none as i Though a thousand showers be Still a-falling, yet I see Not one drop to light on me. eet ee Bal ee ee ee ee ee tf2t.—7 ST ae ladis And love to have my beard With wine and oil besmeared. This day I7ll drown all sorrow ; Who knows to live to-morrow :ete rh saad Sree co 26 VERSES TO HIS MISTRESSES A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS OU are a Tulip seen to-day, But, dearest, of so short a stay, That where you grew, scarce man can say. You are a lovely July-flower, Yet one rude wind, or ruffling shower, Will force you hence, and in an hour. You are a sparkling Rose i’ th’ bud, Yet lost, ere that chaste flesh and blood Can show where you or grew or stood. You are a full-spread, fair-set Vine, And can with tendrils love entwine, Yet dried, ere you distil your wine. You are like Balm, encloséd well In amber, or some crystal shell, Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell. You area dainty Violet, Yet withered, ere you can be set Within the virgin’s coronet. You are the queen all flowers among, But die you must, fair maid, ere long, As he, the maker of this song.VERSES TO HIS MISTRESSES TO HIS LOVELY MISTRESSES NE night i? th’ year, my dearest beauties, come And bring those dew-drink offerings to my tomb ; When thence ye see my reverend ghost to rise, And there to lick the effused sacrifice, Though paleness be the livery that I wear, Look ye not wan or colourless for fear ; Trust me, I will not hurt ye, or once show The least grim look, or cast & frown on you; Nor shall the tapers, when I’m there, burn blue. This I may do, perhaps, as 1 glide by, Cast on my girls a glance, and loving eye ; Or fold mine arms, and sigh, because I’ve lost The world so soon, and in it you the most: Than these, no fears more on your fancies fall, Though then all. I smile. and speak no words at ease ee er ee eet OAL SS TS Me hee a er ak 3Veneto FO Urs THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA iR eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee ; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow, Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No Will-o’-the-Wisp mislight thee, Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee ; But on, on thy way, Not making a stay, Since ghost there’s none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber : What though the moon does slumber ? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear, without number. 28 ee a el ee< Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul Ill pour into thee. ON JULIA’S PICTURE OW am I ravished when I do but see The painter's art in tl If so, how much more shall I dote thereon When once he gives it incarnation ¢ A RING PRESENTED TO JULIA ULIA, I bring To thee this ring, Made for thy finger fit ; To show by this, That our love is, Or should be, like to it. Close though it be, The joint is free ; <> when love’s yoke is on, It must not gall, Or fret at all With hard oppression. But it must play Still either way, And be, too, such a yoke, As not too wide, To over-slide, Or be so strait to choke. ERSES TO J ULISA 29 Ly sciography £ eT PO at ee cee el ee ee eeVERSES TO JUETA So we, who bear This beam, must rear Ourselves to such a height, As that the stay Of either may Create the burden light. And as this round Is nowhere found To flaw, or else to sever : So let our love As endless prove, And pure as gold for ever. THE BRACELET TO JULIA A I tie about thy wrist, Julia, this my silken twist : For what other reason is’t, But to show thee how in part Thou my pretty captive art? But thy bond-slave is my heart. ‘Tis but silk that bindeth thee, Snap the thread and thou art free : But ’tis otherwise with me : I am bound, and fast bound SO, That from thee I cannot go; If I could, I would not so. THE POMANDER BRACELET O me my Julia lately sent A bracelet, richly redolent : The beads I kissed, but most loved h er That did perfume the pomander.T VERSES UPON HER VOI E [ ET but ‘ string, And angels will be thy voice engender with th born, while thou dost ~ sing. UPON JULIA'S VOICE : Ng smooth, so sweet, SO silvery 1s thy voice, As. could they hear, make no noise, But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber, Melting melodious words to lutes of amber. the damned would AGAIN W ea N I thy singing next shall hear, 1] wish I might turn all to ear, and numbers such hear too much ; lie To ae in notes As blessed souls can ’ Then melted down, there let me Entranced, and lost confusedly, And by thy music stricken mute, Die and be turned into a lute. THE ROSARY NE asked me where the roses grew ; I bade him not go seek ; But forthwith bade my Julia show A bud in either cheek. ae ae RN a ad la on.V\ HER BLUSH HEN Julia blushes, she does show Cheeks like to roses when they blow. THE WEEPING CHERRY I SAW a cherry weep, and why? Why wept it? But for shame: Because my Julia’s lip was by, And did out-red the same. But, pretty fondling, let not fall A tear at all for that Which rubies, corals, scarlets, all, For tincture, wonder at. ON JULIA’S LIPS WEET are my Julia’s lips and clean, As if o’erwashed in hippocrene. CHERRY RIPE HERRY ripe, ripe, ripe, 1 cry. Full and fair ones, come and buy ; If so be you ask me where They do grow ? I answer, there, Where my Julia’s lips do smile There’s the land or cherry isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.THE fHE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND (QUARRY OF PEARLS OME asked me where the Rubies grew ' And nothing I did Say 5 3ut with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. ‘Some asked me how Pearls did grow, and Then spoke I to my girl, | where, [To part her lips and show me there The quarelets of Pearl. i THE CANDOUR OF JULIAS TEETH Ay as Zenobia’s teeth, the which the girls 1 Of Rome did wear for their most precious pearls, |} ON JULIA’S BREATH ) REATHE, Julia, breathe, and I'l) protest, Nay more, I'll deeply swear, That all the spices of the East Are circumfuséd there. UPON THE ROSES IN JULIA’S BOSOM HRICE happy roses, so much graced, to have Within the bosom of my love your grave : Die when ye will, your sepulchre is known, Your grave her bosom is, the lawn the stone. o le pn ee Ce pee et eda kl ae pes hr al = J 34 VERSES TO JULIA TO ROSES IN JULIA’S BOSOM OSES, you can never die, Since the place wherein ye lie Heat and moisture mixed are so As to make ye ever grow. HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED M. Y soul would one day go and seek iy For roses, and in Julia’s cheek A richess of those sweets she found, As in another Rosamond. But gathering roses as she was, Not knowing what would come to pass, It chanced a ringlet of her hair Caught my poor soul, as in a snare, Which ever since has been in thrall, Yet freedom she enjoys withal. UPON JULIA’S HAIR FILLED WITH DEW EW sat on Julia’s hair, And spangled too, Like leaves that laden are With trembling dew ; Or glittered to my sight As when the beams Have their reflected light Danced by the streams.- ANOTHER ON HER H OW can I choose but love, and follow her W hose shadow smells like milder pomander ? How can I choose but kiss her, whence does come The storax, spikenard, myrrh, and labda- num ? UPON JULIA’S HAIR BUNDLED UP IN A GOLDEN NET ai ELL me, what needs those rich deceits, These golden toils and trammel-nets, To take thine hairs, when they are known Already tame, and all thine own? ’Tis Iam wild, and more than hairs Deserve these meshes and those snares. Set free thy tresses; let them flow As airs do breathe or winds do blow ; And let such curious networks be Less set for them than spread for me. UPON JULIA’S CLOTHES ye as in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see That brave vibration each way free, Oh, how that glittering taketh me! Sn ae ee ee a ee eae en ee ee ee a hall tae el Nace ewer Seer SeSese sis esee AE ae — ohh hte ee eed 36 VERSES TO JULIA THE SILKEN SNAKE OR sport, my Julia threw a lace Of silk and silver at my face ; Watchet the silk was, and did make A show, as if’t had been a snake. The suddenness did me affright, But though it seared, it did not bite. UPON JULIA’S RIBBON ma shows the air when with a rainbow = graced, So smiles that ribbon bout my Julia’s waist ; Or like—— Nay, ’tis that zonulet of love, Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove. UPON JULIA’S UNLACING HERSELF ELL, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come This camphor, storax, spikenard, galbanum ; These musks, these ambers, and those other smells, Sweet as the vestry of the oracles. I’ll tell thee ; while my Julia did unlace Her silken bodice but a breathing-space, The passive air such odour then assumed, As when to Jove great Juno goes perfumed ; Whose pure immortal body doth transmit A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.UPON HER WEEPING C HE wept upon her cheeks, and weeping — SO, She seemed to quench love’s fires that there did clow. ANOTHER UPON HER WEEPING ce by the river sat, and sitting there, She wept, and made it deeper by a tear. ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA Wr I behold a forest spread With silken trees upon thy head ; And when I see that other dress Of flowers set in comeliness ; When I behold another grace In the ascent of curious lace, Which, like a pinnacle doth show The top, and the top-gallant too ; Then, when I see thy tresses bound Into an oval, square, or round, And knit in knots far more than I Can tell by tongue, or true love-tie ; Next, when those lawny films I see Play with a wild civility, And all those hairy silks to flow, \lluring me, and tempting so, I must confess, mine eye and heart Dotes less on Nature than on Art. Ea ee re ee ee en ee Ps ar a ee a ee tS ea ee Sergey te aie Hb 3G SS SOR SHS a We Vesta >38 VERSES TO JULIA “ TEARS ARE TONGUES \ 7HEN Julia chid, I stood as mute the while As is the fish or tongueless crocodile ; ( Air coined to words, my Julia could not hear, But she could see each eye to stamp a tear: By which mine angry mistress might descry, 4% Tears are the noble language of the eye ; And when true love of words is destitute, The eyes by tears speak, while the tongue is mute. THE FROZEN ZONE; OR, JULIA DISDAINFUL \ 7HITHER? Say, whither shall I fly, To slack these flames whereinI fry? , To the treasures shall I go, Of the rain, frost, hail, and snow? Shall I search the underground, Where all damps and mists are found ? Shall I seek, for speedy ease, ‘l All the floods and frozen seas ? Or descend into the deep, Where eternal cold does keep ? These may cool; but there’s a zone ' Colder yet than any one ; That’s my Julia’s breast, where dwells Such destructive icicles As that the congelation will Me sooner starve than those can kill.JULIA eee me, Julia, now to go away, Or by thy love decree me here to stay. If thou wilt say that I shall live with thee, Here shall my endless tabernacle be ; If not, as banished I will live alone There, where no language ever yet was known. eee en eee ee Se ree ai rele HIS COVENANT OR PROTESTATION TO JULIA Fae VA dost thou wound and break my heart, As if we should for ever part‘ Hast thou not heard an oath from me,— After a day or two, or three, I would come back and live with thee? Take. if thou dost distrust that vow, This second protestation now : Upon thy cheek that spangled tear W hich sits as dew of roses there, That tear shall scarce be dried before [’ll kiss the threshold of thy door ; Then weep not, sweet, but this much know, ee ad ee Dall f Se ee ee ee oe ed ete > = I’m half returned before I go. TO THE FEVER, NOT TO TROUBLE JULIA a2 H’AST dared too far; but Fury, now forbear To give the least disturbance to her hair: But less presume to lay a plait upon Her skin’s most smooth and clear expansion. RE Ne Tae al ed4O VERSES TO- DU DLA Tis like a lawny firmament, as yet Quite dispossessed of either fray or fret. Come thou not near that film so finely spread, Where no one piece is yet unlevelled. This, if thou dost, woe to thee, Fury, woe! I’ll send such frost, such hails, such sleet, such snow, Such flesh-quakes, palsies, and such fears, as shall Dead thee to th’ most, if not destroy thee all ; And thou a thousand thousand times shalt be More shaked thyself, than she is scorched by thee. UPON JULIA’S RECOVERY ye droop no more, or hang the head, Ye roses almost withered ; Now strength and newer purple get, Each here declining violet. O primroses ! let this day be A resurrection unto ye; And to all flowers allied in blood, Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood. For health on Julia’s cheek hath shed Claret and cream commingled ; And those, her lips, do now appear As beams of coral, but more clear.VERSES TO 2DULITA 41 THE PERFUME *O-MORROW, Julia, I betimes must rise, For some small fault, to offer sacrifice ; The altar’s ready ; fire to consume The fat: breathe thou, and there’s the rich perfume. TO: JULIA AM zealless ; prithee pray For my welfare, Julia, For I think the gods require Male perfumes, but female fire. HIS SAILING FROM JULIA \ THEN that day comes, whose evening "gays I’m gone Unto that watery desolation, Devoutly to thy closet gods then pray, That my winged ship may meet no Remora. Those deities which cireum-walk the seas, And look upon our dreadful passages, Will from all dangers re-deliver me For one drink-offering pouréd out by thee. Mercy and Truth live with thee! and for- bear, In my short absence, to unsluice a tear ; But yet, for love’s sake, let thy lips do this, Give my dead picture one engendering kiss ; Work that to life, and let me ever dwell In thy remembrance, Julia. So farewell. ee Oe ee ee ee eee ee te eer ed atten Shee ey ne a all eld Bl Ga RS Oe ek Bl42 VERSES: TO 220 Eis TO JULIA OW rich and pleasing thou, my Julia, art, In each thy dainty and peculiar part ! First, for thy Queenship, on thy head is set Of flowers a sweet commingled coronet ; About thy neck a carcanet is bound, Made of the ruby, pearl, and diamond ; A golden ring, that shines upon thy thumb ; About thy wrist the rich Dardanium ; Between thy breasts, than down of swans more white, There plays the sapphire with the chryso- lite. No part besides must of thyself be known, sut by the topaz, opal, chalcedon. LO JULIA IN] THE TEMPLIc B ESIDES 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.VERNHES TO. JVLIA 43 ae ee es ae TO JULIA, THE FLAMINICA DIALIS 5 OR, QUEEN-PRIEST Bop know’st, my Julia, that it is thy turn This morning’s incense to prepare and burn. The chaplet and inarculum here be, With the white vestures all attending thee. This day the Queen-Priest thou art made, to eee et ee Rom ad Se te appease Love for our very many trespasses. a ee One chief transgression is, among the rest, Because with flowers her temple was not dressed ; The next, because her altars did not shine With daily fires ; the last, neglect of wine, For which her wrath is gone forth to con- sume Us all, unless preserved by thy perfume. Take then thy censer ; put in fire, and thus, O pious Priestess ! make a peace for us. For our neglect, Love did our death decree ; nT dl tea Teel Nr ana cod That we escape, Redemption comes by thee. pen ee ee ee rO JULIA S. gaints-bell calls; and Julia, I must read The proper lessons for the saints now dead ; To grace which service, Julia, there shall be One holy collect said or sung for thee. PY Ser ae ee eo44 VERSES Z2O JU Webs Dead when thou art, dear Julia, thou shalt have A trental sung by virgins o’er thy grave; Meantime we two will sing the dirge of these, Who, dead, deserve our best remembrances. TO JULIA FFER thy gift; but first the law com- mands Thee, Julia, first to sanctify thy hands: Do that, my Julia, which the rites require, Then boldly give thine incense to the fire. THE SACRIFICE, BY WAY OF DISCOURSE BETWIXT HIMSELF AND JULIA Her. OME and let’s in solemn wise Both address to sacrifice ; Old religion first commands That we wash our hearts and hands. Is the beast exempt from stain, Altar clean, do fire profane ? Are the garlands, is the nard Ready here? Jul. All well prepar’d, With the wine that must be shed, “Twixt the horns, upon the head Of the holy beast we bring For our trespass-offering. Her. Allis well: now, next to these, Put we on pure surplices ; 3v E ee ee And with chaplets crowned, we'll roast With perfumes the holocaust ; And while we the gods invoke, Read acceptance by the smoke. vee oe oe JULIA 5 CHURCHING, OR PURIFICATION WUT on thy holy filletings, and so Z To the temple with the-sober midwife 20; Attended thus, in a most solemn wise, By those who serve the childbed mysteries, ee ee ee te ae all tad ded Oe eee Burn first thine incense ; next, whenas thou see’st The eandid stole thrown oer the pious priest, With reverent curtsies come, and to him bring Thy free and not decurted offering. All rites well ended, with fair auspice come, As to the breaking of a bridecake, home, Where ceremonious Hymen shall for thee Provide a second epithalamy : She who keeps chastely to her husband’s side Is not for one but every night his bride. TO JULIA, IN HER DAWN OR DAYBREAK ee oi B* the next kindling of the day, My Julia, thou shalt see, Ere Ave-Mary thou canst say, I’ll come and visit thee. Pes46 VERSES TO JULIA Yet, ere thou counsell’st with thy glass, Appear thou to mine eyes As smooth and nak’d as she that was The prime of Paradise. If blush thou must, then blush thou through A lawn, that thou may’st look As purest pearls or pebbles do When peeping through a brook. As lilies shrined in crystal, so Do thou to me appear ; Or damask roses, when they grow To sweet acquaintance there. EO JULIA ELP me, Julia, for to pray, Matins sing, or matins say ; This I know, the fiend will fly Far away, if thou be’st by ; Bring the holy water hither ; Let us wash and pray together ; When our beads are thus united, Then the foe will fly affrighted. TO JULTA I OLY waters hither bring For the sacred sprinkling ; Baptize me and thee, and so Let us to thealtar go;VERSES TO a ULIA 47 / And ere we our rites commence, Wash our hands in innocence ; Then I’ll be the Rex Sacrorum, Thou the Queen of Peace and Quorum. HIS REQUEST TO JULIA Ere I print my poetry, I most humbly thee desire To commit it to the fire ; Better ’twere my book were dead, J ULLA, if I chance to die Than to live not perfected. HIS EMBALMING TO JULIA a my embalming, Julia, do but this, Give thou my lips but their supremest kiss, Or else transfuse thy breath into the chest Where my small rel That breath the balm, the myrrh, the nard shall be, To give an jncorruption unto me. iques must for ever rest ; TO JULIA | ULILA, when thy Herrick dies, J Close thou up thy poet’s eyes 5 And his last breath, let it be Taken in by none but thee. ee ee Fn ie ae ets, te nea ot Sefer ere terete ors ar ee ea aes Peet Pa? ao odVERSES <0. LU EA HIS CHARGE TO JULIA AT HIS DEATH [ )PABEST of thousands, now the time & - draws near, That with my lines my life here ; Cut off thy hairs, and let thy tears Over my turf, when I am buried. Then for effusions, let none wanting be, Or other rites that do belong to me; As love shall help thee, when ¢] hence must full stop | be shed 10u dost go Unto thy everlasting residence. HIS -LAST REQUEST TO JULIA HAVE been wanton and too bold, I fe To chafe o’ermuch tl ear : Beg for my pardon, Julia ; he dotl Grace with the gods who That done, my Juli: ar, 1e virgin’s cheek or 1 Win ’s sorry for his sin ; 1, dearest Julia, come, And go with me to choose My fates are ended - Clasp thou his eyes, my burial room. when thy Herrick dies, book, then close thou up hisrv ‘0 SILVIA, PERILLA, PERENNA, AND ANTHEA “am BRACELET OF PEARL: TO SILVIA BRAKE thy bracelet ‘gainst my will, And, wretched, I did see Thee discomposed then, and still Art discontent with me. ne gem was lost, and I will get A richer pear! for thee ‘Than ever, dearest Silvia, yet Was drunk to Antony. Jr, for revenge, I’ll tell thee what Thou for the breach shalt do ; First, crack the strings, and after that Cleave thou my heart in two. D ee ge ee a ee) ee ee ee i c F, . . ls ee me = oan Poor oe ee ees ee ae a on en al ee50 TO UPON SILVIA AL iN SILVIA, some shall say, Silvia w as, Thou wilt complain, ing-glass ; Which renders that was green, And priceless now what peerless once been. Upon thy form more wrinkles yet will fall, And coming down, TO SILVIA PERILLA Fair once False now’s thy my look- {| quite tarnished which AM holy while I stand Circum-crossed by thy pure hand ; But when that is gone, again I, as others, FO SILVIA ae us, wed, And loving Thy watch haste ; No sound ealls past. LG Then, sweetest Silvia, let’s no longer stay ; WED though late, back am profane. at last, lie in one devoted bed. may stand, my minutes fly post the year True love we know precipitates delay. Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove, No man, at one time, can be wise 5 had shall make no noise atall. my Silvia, that onee is , and love. v > iPaes rO SILVIA | DARDON my trespass, Silvia ; I confess My kiss outwent the bounds of shame- facedness ; , None is discreet at all times—no, not Jove Himself at one time can be wise and love. srO SILVIA a ee ee ee a ed —"s | N O more, my Silvia, do I mean to pray For those good days that ne’er will erg come away. I want belief ; O gentle Silvia ! be The patient saint, and send up vows for me. wee epee oe rO PERILLA A» my : erilla ! dost thou grieve to see p4 Me, by day, to steal away from se f ! Ave calls me hence, and my grey hairs bid come And haste away to mine eternal home ; ' Twill not be long, Perilla, after this, | That I must give thee the supremest kiss : } Dead when I am, first cast in salt, and Siigcigpie nese ce ys ese ter ee terre am bring Part of the cream from that religious spring, With which, Perilla, wash my hands and feet 5 That done, then wind me in that very sheet Pe Ne Tae elSeat ll al to A oak ‘ ll lo mn Z TO SiLVEA. PER rb Which wrapped thy smooth limbs when § thou didst implore The gods’ protection but the night before ; Follow me weeping to my turf, and there Let fall a primrose, and with it a tear: Then lastly, let some weekly strewings be Devoted to the memory of me; Then shall my ghost not walk about, but f keep Still in the cool and silent shades of sleep. A- SONNET OF PERILLA HEN did I live when I did see Perilla smile on none but me! But, ah! by stars malignant crossed, The life I got I quickly lost ; But yet a way there doth remain For me embalmed to live again, And that’s to love me, in which state Ill live as one regenerate. His PROTESTATION. TO PERILEA NK] OONDAY and midnight shall at once § 4 be seen ; Trees at one time shall be both sere and | green ; Fire and water shall together lie In one self-sweet conspiring sympathy ; Summer and winter shall at one time show Ripe ears of corn and up to the ears in snow ;'§PERENNA AND ANTHEA 53 Seas shall be sandless, fields devoid of grass ; Shapeless the world, as when all chaos was, Before, my dear Perilla, I will be False to my vow, or fall away from thee. PEE ee ee ee TO PERENNA \ THEN I thy parts run o’er, I can't espy In any one the least indecency, But every line and limb diffused thence A fair and unfamiliar excellence ; So that the more I look the more I prove There’s still more cause why I the more pret ed pe ee Oe a should love. TO PERENNA . YU say’st T’m dup +> if ,edgeless §) Lb : > v ) x , > > , ) . > 2 be, Ill wheé meyeliys,? am? sliaypen Jove pnotheze. » > ) . —-' > ) ) 2 . : > 2 } ) , TO THE? WESBERN WIND? >>” yO eee 5 7 ae nie La 2 ge = ) ) WEET western wind, whose luck it is, ~ Made rival with the air, ee D ret ee er als deal To give Perenna’s ipa kiss, And fan her wanton hair. Bring me but one, Ill promise thee, Instead of common showers, Thy wings shall be embalmed by me, And all beset with flowers. Poe a a Noe ta tes toi estes St ow eh Sl Nhl 54 WO Ss Thu, Vor A. Ph naa A TO PERENNA OW long, Perenna, wilt thou see Me languish for the love of thee Consent and play a friendly part To save, when thou may’st kill a heart. TO PERENNA ] A DIRGE will pen for thee, Thou a trental make for me, That the monks and friars together Here may sing the rest of either ; Next, I’m sure the nuns will have Candlemas to grace the grave. ea«4 TOc PERENNA, Al MISTRESS |< ‘ [p28 Perenha, prithéc come, Aud with .smallage dress my tomb : Adda cv press Spriy thereto With a tear ‘ahd sd Adieu. x TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING | ID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be: Or bid me love, and I will sive A loving heart to thee.on ut PERENNA AND ANT HEA A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, Asin the whole world thou canst find, That heart I’ll give to thee. Re re ee ee ee «3 4 5 ‘aie Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree 3 Or bid it languish quite away, And ’t shall do so for thee. Pe Bid me to weep, and I will weep, While I have eyes LO See 5 And having none, yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee. ge mee ws ee ee ed Bid me despair, and I’ll despair, Under that cypress tree ; Or bid me die, and I will dare E’en death, to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me 5 And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. ee ee a ee le tata Toes TO ANTHEA NTHEA, I am going hence a r* . . 4 With some small stock of Innocence ; But yet those blessed gates I see Withstanding entrance unto me ! To pray for me do thou begin, Re eka wie: The porter then will let me in.56 TO°HITL VIA, PEBILGLA HO ANTHEA ICK is Anthea, sickly is the spring, The primrose sick, and sickly every- thing ; The while my dear Anthea does but droop, The tulips, lilies, daffodils do stoop ; But when again she’s got her healthful hour Each bending then will rise a proper flower. ? ANTHEA’S RETRACTATION Saran laughed, and fearing lest excess Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness. She with a dainty blush rebuked her face, And called each line back to his rule and space. TO ANTHEA a dear Anthea, my hard fate it be To live some few sad hours after thee, Thy sacred corpse with odours I will burn. And with my laurel crown thy golden urn. Then, holding up there such religious things As were, time past, thy holy filletings, Near to thy reverend pitcher I will fall Down dead for grief, and end my Woes withal ; So three in one small plat of ground shall lie, Anthea, Herrick, and his poetry.° n PERENNA AND ANTHEA hy TO ANTHEA N OW is the time when all the lights wax + dim, And thou, Anthea, must withdraw from him Who was thy servant. Dearest, bury me Under that holy-oak or gospel-tree ; Where. though thou see’st not, thou may st think upon Me. when thou yearly goest procession ; Or. for mine honour, lay me in that tomb In which thy sacred relics shall have room ; For my embalming, sweetest, there will be No spices wanting when I’m laid by thee. ee ey ee ee ee ee et re ES Ge SR I ee eee es ee eee to See aa aoe ae ee eeee os . Fecha het ey ti dieretiee eat cas eee el Ne ee ea A La eo Oe eee ae as Gane a PEEP See ) oe =e TO DIANEME, BIANCHA, SAPPHO, MYRRHA, CYNTHIUS, AND CORINNA TO DIANEME IVE me one kiss, And no more: If so be this Makes you poor, To enrich you I ‘H restore For that one, two ee Thousand score. TO DIANEME i EET, be not proud of those two eyes, Which, star-like, sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free :TO DIANEME, BIANCHA, S LPP H © 59 Be you not proud of that rich hair, Which wantons with the love-sick ait When as that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone, When all your world of beauty ’s gone. O DIANEMI ] COULD but see thee yesterday Stung by a fretful bee ; And I the javelin sucked away, And healed the wound in thee. A thousand thorns, and briars, and stings I have in my poor breast ; Yet ne’er can see that salve which brings My passions any rest. As love shall help me, I admire How thou canst sit and smile To see me bleed, and not desire To stanch the blood the while. If thou, composed of gentle mould, Art so unkind to me, What dismal stories will be told Of those that cruel be ? Por ad Pe ee ee ne ne pene er al teal die Pee ee er 2m eR ee ee ee PME Vets >60 TO DIANEME, BIANCHA. SAPPHO TO DIANEME DS though to part it be a hell, Yet, Dianeme, now farewell ; Thy frown last night did bid me go, But whither only grief does know. I do beseech thee, ere we part (If merciful as fair thou art, Or else desir’st that maids should tell Thy pity by love’s chronicle), O, Dianeme, rather kill Me, than to make me languish still ! Tis cruelty in thee to the height, Thus, thus to wound, not kill outright : Yet there ’s a way found, if thou please By sudden death, to give me ease ; And thus devised, do thou but this, Bequeath to me one parting kiss: So superabundant joy shall be The executioner of me. KISSING USURY IANCHA, let Me pay the debt I owe thee for a kiss Thou lend’st to me, And I to thee Will render ten for this. If thou wilt say, Ten will not payMYRRHA, CYNTHIUS, AND CORINNA OI For that so rich a one ; Ill clear the sum, If it will come Unto a million. He must of right, To the utmost mite Make payment for his pleasure, — By this I guess, — Of happiness, Who has a little measure. BEING ONCE BLIND, HIS REQUEST TO BIANCHA ae age or chance has made me | - } lind, So that the path I cannot find ; And when my falls and stumblings are More than the stones i’ th’ street by far ; Co then 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 ways confused, nor slip nor fall. TO BIANCHA, TO BLESS HIM Ma I woo, and would I win, Would I well my work begin, ee a SEES gee Oe EHS ESE TICE R SST ane ee Pa el oe da i eee ee62 LO DIANEME, BIANCHA, SAPPEHO Would I evermore be crowned With the end that I propound, Would I frustrate or prevent All aspects malevolent, Thwart all wizards, and with these Dead all black contingencies, Place my words, and all works else In most happy parallels, All will prosper, if so be I be kissed or blessed by thee. TO BIANCHA H, Biancha ! now I see “5 It is noon and past with me ; In a while it will strike one, Then, Biancha, I am gone. Some effusions let me have Offer’d on my holy grave ; Then, Biancha, let me rest With my face towards the East. UPON SAPPHO, SWEETLY PLAYING AND SWEETLY SINGING Ry BEN thou dost play, and sweetly sing, Whether it be the voice or string, Or both of them, that do agree Thus to entrance and ravish me: This, this I know, I’m oft struck mute, And die away upon thy lute.Ca iMYRRHA, CYNTHIUS, AND CORINNA Ss TO SAPPHO us now take time and play, Love, and live here while we may ; Drink rich wine, and make good cheer, While we have our being here ; For. once dead, and laid i’ th’ grave, No return from thence we have. HO SAPPHO ™ APPHO, I will choose to go ~ Where the northern winds do blow Endless ice and endless snow, Rather than I once would see Buta winter’s face in thee, To benumb my hopes and me. TO SAPPHO TT°HOU say’st thou lov’st me, Sappho; I Say Tio S$ But would to Love I could believe ’twas so! Pardon my fears, sweet Sappho ; I desire That thou be righteous found, and I the liar. UPON SAPPHO OOK upon Sappho’s lip, and you will swear There is a love-like leaven rising there. Se a ee ee pee Se ee Pe feet el ail tl aia eed et ee er er road Nesta a64 TO DIANEME, BIANCHA, SAPPHO SADNESS OF THINGS FOR SAPPHO’S SICKNESS ILIES will languish, violets look ill, Sickly the primrose, pale the daffodil ; That gallant tulip will hang down his head, Like to a virgin newly ravished. Pansies will weep, and marigolds will wither, And keep a fast and funeral together ; If Sappho droop, daisies will open never, But bid Good-night and close their lids for ever. TO MYRRHA, HARD-HEARTED OLD now thine arms, and hang the head Like to a lily withered: Next, look thou like a sickly moon, Or like Jocasta in a swoon. Then weep, and sigh, and softly go, Like to a widow drowned in woe ; Or like a virgin full of ruth, For the lost sweetheart of her youth: And all because, fair maid, thou art Insensible of all my smart, And of those evil days that be Now posting on to punish thee. The gods are easy, and condemn All such as are not soft like them.YRRHA, CYNTHIUS, AND DISSUASIONS FROM IDLENESS ee ses pluck ye by the ear, That ye may good doctrine hear. Play not with the maiden-hair, For each ringlet there’s a snare. Cheek and eye, and lip and chin, These are traps to take fools in ; Arms and hands, and all parts else, Are but toils and manacles, Set on purpose to enthral Men, but slothfuls most of all. Live employed, and so live free From these fetters, like to me, Who have found, and still can prove The lazy man the most doth love. THE CHANGES: TO CORINNA YE not proud, but now incline Your soft ear to Discipline ; You have changes in your life, Sometimes peace and sometimes strife ; You have ebbs of face and flows, As your health or comes or goes You have hopes, and doubts, and fears, Numberless as are your hairs : You have pulses that do beat High, and passions less of heat ; You are young, but must be old, And to these ye must be told, E Pore en ee ne ee eee ee ee ne me eed Pp ee a Da as al tal ede wae eeCn a v me | a ; ie : a et (a TO DIANEME, BLANCHA, SAPP Time, ere long, will come and plough Loathed furrows in your brow ; And the dimness of your eye Will no other thing imply, But you must die As well as I.VE ITO ELECTRA, G@NONE, PRUE, AND OTHERS Ss a aie ee eee he ta) RIERe ese fro ELECTRA DARE not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile ; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air That lately kissed thee. Papen es tal dal ee THE VISION TO ELECTRA DREAMED we both were ina bed Of roses, almost smotheréd ; The warmth and sweetness had me there ea ee od ee ee ee oD Made lovingly familiar, 67TO HLECTRA, NON But that I heard thy sweet breath say, Faults done by night will blush by day. I kissed thee, panting, and I call Night to the record, that was all. But, ah! if empty dreams so please, Love, give me more such nights as these. UPON ELECTRA \ \ 7 HEN out of bed my love doth spring, Tis but as day a-kindling ; But when she’s up and fully dressed, Tis then broad day throughout the East. UPON ELECTRA’S TEARS | PON her cheeks she wept, and from those showers Sprang up a sweet nativity of flowers. TO BLEGIRA ?: LOVE LOOKS FOR-LOVE OVE love begets ; then never be Unsoft to him who’s smooth to thee: Tigers and bears, I’ve heard some say, For proffered love will love repay ; None are so harsh, but if they find Softness in others, will be kind: Affection will affection move ; Then you must like because I love.Peed PRUE AND OTHERS & CONJURATION: TO ELECTRA Y those soft tods of wool, With which the air is full; By all those tinctures there, ‘That paint the hemisphere ; De ee ey ke ed By dews and drizzling rain, That swell the golden grain ; By all those sweets that be T’ th’ flowery nunnery ; By silent nights, and the Three forms of Hecate; By all aspects, that bless : ee ee ee ee The sober sorceress, While juice she strains, and pith To make her philtres with ; By time, that hastens on Things to perfection ; And by yourself, the best Conjurement of the rest ; Oh, my Electra! be ee Fae a a al ald lian ella In love with none but me. TO ELECTEA HALL I go to Love and tell Thou art all turned icicle ? Shall I say, her altars be Disadorned and scorned by thee? O beware! in time submit ; Love has yet no wrathful fit ; If her patience turns to ire, Love is then consuming fire. a a ae ee iiSe ed a a at pee ee Pi hn Cee ts To TO HLECTRA, NON © TO ELECTRA Pe not thy tombstone e’er be laid by me, Nor let my hearse be wept upon by thee ; But let that instant when thou die’st be Known The minute of mine expiration ; One knell be wrung for both, and let one erave To hold us two an endless honour have. TO Q@NONE rae Conscience, say, is it in thee When I a heart had one, To take away that heart from me, And to retain thy own? For shame or pity, now incline To play a loving part, Either to send me kindly thine, Or give me back my heart. Covet not both, but if thou dost Resolve to part with neither, Why, yet to show that thou are just, Take me and mine together.PRUE AND OTHERS 7s TO CGENONE } WEET Cénone, do but say , Love thou dost, though Love says, Nay; - Speak me fair, for lovers be Gently killed by flattery. UPON IRENI ee if Irene be -s But a minute’s life with me, - Such a fire I espy / Walking in and out her eye, , As at once I freeze and fry. TO HIS MAID PRUI ] HESE summer birds did with thy master stay The times of warmth, but then they flew away, | Leaving their poet, being now grown old, | Expos’d to all the coming winter's cold. [ But thou, kind Prue, did’st with my fates abide As well the winter’s as the summer’s tide ; For which thy love, live with thy master here, Not one, but all the seasons of the year. ee a ne a eae ee ee eee ee ee ee te a BE te Sa taele seer S rae ee A 72 TO ERLECTIR A, CoN ONE UPON PRUE, HIS MAID N this little jurn is laid Prudence Baldwin, once my maid, From whose happy spark here let Spring the purple violet. TO MISTRESS AMY POTIER H me! I love; give him your hand to A kiss Who both your wooer and your poet is. Nature has precomposed us both to love ; Your part’s to grant, my scene must be to move. Dear, can you like, and liking, love your poet ¢ If you say ay, blush-guiltiness will show it. Mine eyes must woo you, thoughI sigh the while, True love is tongueless as a crocodile ; And you may find in love these differing parts— Wooers have tongues of ice, but burning hearts. | TO THE HANDSOME MISTRESS GRACE POTTER S in your name so is your comely face, Touched everywhere with such diffused grace,PRU E AND OTHERS 2.s that in all that admirable round j‘here is not one least solecism found, 1.nd as that part, so every portion else )Ceeps line for line with beauty’s parallels. ©O THE MOST COMELY AND PROPER StISS ELIZABETH FINCH ] Ly ANDSOME you are, and proper you will be, Jespite of all your infortunity ; iuive long and lovely, but yet grow no less ¢n that your own prefixed comeliness ; jspend on that stock, and when your life must fall, eave others beauty to set up withal. mS. ELIZ. WHEELER, UNDER THE FTAME OF THE LOST SHEPHERDESS A. MONG the myrtles as I walked, Love and my sighs thus intertalked : Tell me,’ said I, in deep distress, / Where I may find my shepherdess ?’ Thou fool,’ said Love, ‘know’st thou not this ? in everything that’s sweet she is. in yond’ carnation go and seek, ‘There thou shalt find her lip and cheek + Pee a oe ee ed ee ee 2 wart pe et a a ea > A a a ek ead er74, TO ELECTRA, GNONE In that enamelled pansy by, There thou shalt have her curious eye ; In bloom of peach and rose’s bud, There waves the streamer of her blood. “Tis true,’ said I, and thereupon I went to pluck them one by one, To make of parts an union ; But on a sudden all were gone. At which I stopped. Said Love, ‘These be & The true resemblances of thee: For as these flowers, thy joys must die, And in the turning of an eye; And all thy hopes of her must wither, Like those short sweets ere knit together.’ TO MISTRESS KATHARINE BRADSHAW, the LOVELY, THAT CROWNED HIM WITH LAUREL Y Muse in meads has spent her many | hours Sitting, and sorting several sorts of flowers, To make for others garlands; and to set On many ahead here many a coronet. But amongst all encircled here, not one Gave her a day of coronation, Till you, sweet mistress, came and interwove 3 A laurel for her, ever young as love. You first of all crowned her; she must, of | due, Render for that a crown of life to you.“J on PRUE: AND OTTERS RS A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HIMSELF AND MISTRESS ELIZABETH WHEELER, UNDER (THE NAME OF AMARILLIS / \ | Y dearest love, since thou wilt go, And leave me here behind thee, ‘For love or pity, let me know The place where I may find thee. | Amar. In country meadows, pearled with dew And set about with lilies, ’ There, filling maunds with cowslips, you May find your Amarillis. 1 Her. What have the meads to do with thee, Or with thy youthful hours ¢ Live thou at court, where thou may’st be The queen of men, not flowers. Let country wenches make "em fine With posies, since ’tis fitter | For thee with richest gems to shine, And like the stars to glitter. Amar. You set too high a rate upon A shepherdess so homely. Her. Believe it, dearest, there’s not one l’ th’ court that’s half so comely. ee ee ee a Te ee ea ee a ee ee Pe ke te sel ee ee et ee76 TO ‘ELECTRA, G@NOWEK, PRUE I prithee stay. Amar. I must away ; Let’s kiss first, then we’ll sever: Ambo. And though we bid adieu to-day, We shall not part for ever.Vil ee a a ee ee ae ee 4 ILOVE AND OTHER VERSES eT te el i hei Soe) ee ee ne ee 1fO PHILLIS TO LOVE, AND LIVE WITH HIM Ri

THE SHOWER OF BLOSSOMS : OVE in a shower of blossoms came + Down, and half-drowned me with the same 5 | The blooms that fell were white and red, | But with such sweets commingled, As whether, this I cannot tell, | My sight was pleased more, or my smell ; | But true it was, as I rolled there, ! Without a thought of hurt or fear, | Love turned himself into a bee, And with his javelin wounded me, | From which mishap this use I make— / Where most sweets are, there lies a snake ; | Kisses and favours are sweet things, | But those have thorns and these have stings. i270 CARNATIONS: A SONG | C* TAY while ye will, or go, _ And leave no scent behind ye: ' Yet trust me, I shall know The place where I may find ye. Within my Lucia’s cheek (Whose livery ye wear), | Play ye at hide or seek, I’m sure to find ye there. re ae Nome ee ee ee eS Pt ee eee eee eh Pee oe er ee ce Tadt tee al ee ee ee ws ET OP STS ee88. FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS TO CHERRY BLOSSOMS E may simper, blush, and smile, And perfume the air a while ; But, sweet things, ye must be gone ; Fruit, ye know, is coming on : Then, ah! then where is your grace, When as cherries come in place. AN EPITAPH UPON A VIRGIN ERE a solemn fast we keep, While all beauty les asleep, Hushed be all things, no noise here 3ut the toning of a tear! Or a sigh of such as bring Cowslips for her covering. DIVINATION BY A DAFFODIL HEN a Daffodil I see Hanging down his head t’wards me, Guess I may what I must be; First, I shall decline my head ; Secondly, I shall be dead ; Lastly, safely buried.FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS 89 Pd TO DAFFODILS AIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ; ee ee ee ee As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the lasting day Has run But to the even-song ; ior e eee And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. SO ee We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer’s rain ; Or as the pearls of morning’s dew, Ne’er to be found again. TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT SO SOON HUT not so soon; the dull-eyed night Has not as yet begun [o make a seizure on the light, r eR Te ead ee ee Or to seal up the sun.90 FLOWERS, TREES, AN D SHRUBS No marigolds yet closed are, No shadows great appear ; Nor doth the early shepherd’s star Shine like a spangle here. Stay but till my Julia close Her life-begetting eye ; And let the whole world then dispose Itself to live or die. WHY FLOWERS CHANGE COLOUR “THESE fresh beauties, we can prove, Once were virgins, sick of love. Turned to flowers, still in some Colours go and colours come. TO FLOWERS N time of life I graced ye with my verse $ Do now your flowery honours to my hearse. You shall not languish, trust me; virgins here Weeping, shall make ye flourish all the year.PF LOWERS, TREES, twit SHRUBS. OF THE APRON OF FLOWERS Pee ee oe ee ' te gather flowers Sappho went And homeward she did bring / Within her lawny continent The treasure of the spring. ive : She smiling blushed, and blushing smiled, And sweetly blushing thus, She looked as she’d been got with child ee ee ea ee ee ey By young Favonius. ee et ee i Her apron gave, as she did pass, An odour more divine, More pleasing, too, than ever was The lap of Proserpine. Fie eee HOW LILIES CAME WHITE a a ee all ia Sadi \ THITE though ye be, yet, lilies, know, From the first ye were not so ; But I’ll tell ye What befell ye: Cupid and his mother lay In a cloud ; while both did play, He with his pretty finger pressed The ruby niplet of her breast ; Out of the which the cream of light, Like to a dew, Fell down on you, And made ye white. ee 492. FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS LHe IY IN A CRYSEAG OU have beheld a smiling rose When virgin’s hands have drawn O’er it a cobweb-lawn : And here, you see, this lily shows, Tombed in a crystal stone, More fair in this transparent case Than when it grew alone, And had but single grace. You see how cream but naked is, Nor dances in the eye Without a strawberry ; Or some fine tincture, like to this, Which draws the sight thereto, More by that wantoning with it Than when the paler hue No mixture did admit. You see how amber through the streams More gently strokes the sight With some concealed delight Than when he darts his radiant beams Into the boundless air ; Where either too much light his worth Doth all at once impair, Or set it little forth. Put purple grapes or cherries in- To glass, and they will send More beauty to commend Them, from that clean and subtile skin,FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS Piaethe Than if they naked stood, And had no other pride at all But their own flesh and blood, And tinctures natural. Thus lily, rose, grape, cherry, cream, And strawberry do stir More love, when they transfer A weak, a soft, a broken beam, Than if they should discover At full their proper excellence, Without some scene cast over, To juggle with the sense. ee ee ee Eee ey ee ee eer. eae Thus let this crystalled lily be A rule, how far to teach Your nakedness must reach And that no further than we see Those glaring colours laid By art’s wise hand, but to this end They should obey a shade, Lest they too far extend. ager r ern s~a ie ee So though you’re white as swan or snow And have the power to move A world of men to love ; Yet, when your lawns and silks shall flow, And that white cloud divide Into a doubtful twilight, then, Tnen will your hidden pride Raise greater fires in men. Ne a al ae es eee etO4* FL OWERS, DREES, AND SHRUBS HOW MARIGOLDS CAME YELLOW EALOUS girls these sometimes were, While they lived or lasted here : Turned to flowers, still they be Yellow, marked for jealousy. TO MARIGOLDS IVE way, and be ye ravished by the¥ sun, And hang the head whenas the act is done; | Spread as he spreads; wax less as he doeg= wane ; And as he shuts, close up to maids again. TO PANSIES H, cruel 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’ll leave thee, and to Pansies come ; Comforts you'll afford me some: You can ease my heart, and do What love could ne’er be brought unto. HOW PANSIES, OR HEARTSEASE, CAME FIRST ROLIC virgins once these were, Over-loving, living here ; Being here their ends denied, Ran for sweethearts mad, and died.PLOWERS, TREES, AND SHEREUES G5 ) ove, in pity of their tears, {nd their loss in blooming years, 7or their restless here-spent hours, ' tave them heartsease turned to flowers. JOW PRIMROSES CAME GREEN J ie ‘INS, time past, known were these, Troubled with green sicknesses, ‘Turned to flowers ; still the hue, ‘3ickly girls, they bear of you. TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH EMORNING DEW aa do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears Speak grief in you, Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew? Alas, thou have not known that shower That mars a flower, Nor felt the unkind Breath of a blasting wind, Nor are ye worn with years ; Or warped, as we, Who think it strange to see - Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young, To speak by tears before ye have a tongue. ie Bi Be i Sie A ae eig ee Te te en ed ene ee ee ye ee ee ee on ee en eee We Nesta &96 FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS Speak, whimpering younglings, and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep. Is it for want of sleep Or childish lullaby ? Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet ? Or brought a kiss From that sweetheart to this? No, no, this sorrow shown By your tears shed Would have this lecture read, That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth. THE PRIMROSE pa me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask me why I send to you This Primrose, thus bepearled with dew ? I will whisper to your ears, The sweets of love are mixed with tears. Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too? Ask me why the stalk is weak, And bending, yet it doth not break ? I will answer, these discover What fainting hopes are in a lover.AND FLOWERS, TREES, SHRUBS 9Q/7 SPON ROSES f T NDER a lawn, than skies more clear, Some ruffled Roses nestling were, j}.nd snugging there, they seemed to lie -.s in a flowery nunnery : -‘hey blushed and looked more fresh than flowers jmuickened of late by pearly showers ; 1.md all, because they were possessed jsut of the heat of Julia’s breast, 'Vhich, as a warm and moistened spring, Stave them their ever flourishing. © THE ROSE: SONG '“*O, happy rose, and interwove -.I With other flowers, bind my love. Tell her, too, she must not be, Longer flowing, longer free, That so oft has fettered me. fay, if she’s fretful, I have bands 1)f pearl and gold to bind her hands ; Tell her, if she struggle still, I have myrtle rods at will, For to tame, though not to kill. «‘ake thou my blessing thus, and go tind tell her this: but do not so, Lest a handsome anger fly Like a lightning from her eye, And burn thee up, as well as I. G OF ee ey ee ee eee er Pe ea ee er eT ae ee ee ea Ee nadet ete Oe — 98 FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS HOW ROSES CAME RED OSES at first were white, Till they could not agree, Whether my Sappho’s breast Or they more white should be. But being vanquished quite, A blush their cheeks bespread ; Since which, believe the rest, The roses first came red. THE FUNERAL RITES OF THE ROSE HE rose was sick, and smiling died ; And, being to be sanctified, About the bed, there sighing stood The sweet and flowery Sisterhood. Some hung the head, while some did bring, To wash her, water from the spring ; Some laid her forth, while others wept, 3ut all a solemn fast there kept. The Holy Sisters, some among, The sacred dirge and trental sung ; But ah ! what sweets smelt everywhere, As heaven had spent all perfumes there. At last, when prayers for the dead, And rites were all accomplished ; They, weeping, spread a lawny loom, And closed her up as in a tomb.FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS 99 [HOW ROSES CAME RED ’ IS said, as Cupid danced among The gods, he down the nectar flung, ‘Which, on the white rose being shed, Made it for ever after red. a A BED OF TULIPS ! ‘HT tulips, we do know You had your coming hither, Page ea a en ee ee ere tae id . ees And fading time does show | That ye must quickly wither. . Pe / Your sisterhoods may stay, And smile here for your hour ; | But die ye must away, | Even as the meanest flower. ' Come, virgins, then, and see Your frailties, and bemoan ye, | For lost like these ’twill be As time had never known ye. ee al ee el tk a eae a a ee aa eee TO VIOLETS \ 7ELCOME, maids of honour, You do bring In the spring ; And wait upon her. adI0O FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBSiE She has virgins many, Fresh and fair ; Yet you are More sweet than any. Y’ are the maiden posies, And so graced, To be placed *Fore damask roses. Yet though thus respected, By and by Ye do lie, Poor girls, neglected. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE | aes on a day, wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent, | Whether the violets should excel, Or she, in sweetest scent. sut Venus having lost the day, Poor girls, she fell on you, And beat ye so, as some dare say, Her blows did make ye blue.Poe uOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS IOI IOW THE WALLFLOWER CAME fmol, AND WHY SO CALLED = his flower is now called so, List, sweet maids, and you shall know. ‘ Jnderstand, this firstling was | nce a brisk and bonny lass, » Cept as close as Danae was ; ‘Vhoa re springall loved, iind to have it fully proved, | Jp she got upon a wall, ‘empting down to slide withal }3ut the silken twist untied, (jo she fell ; and bruised, she died. (ove, in pity of the deed, ind her loving luckless speed, ‘urned her to this plant, we call s{ow the Flower of the Wall. +N GILLY-FLOWERS BEGOTTEN HAT was it that fell but now From that warm kiss of ours ? 100k, look, by love I vow They were two gilly-flowers. et’s kiss, and kiss again ; For if so be our closes ‘lake gilly-flowers, then | I’m sure they’ll fashion roses. ee ee oe eed ae oe a eee ee ee eee papa oe = Po id nati ie eee nn elee he td delet Fk I alla ed TOo2? FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHERUBS THE BLEEDING HAND; OR, THE SPRIG OF EGLANTINE GIVEN TO A MAID Fk ROM this bleeding hand of mine, Take this sprig of Eglantine. Which, though sweet unto your smell, Yet the fretful briar will tell, He who plucks the sweets, shall prove Many thorns to be in love. THE OLIVE BRANCH ADLY I walked within the field, To see what comfort it would yield, 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 viewed 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.’ TO ROSEMARY AND BAYS WM Y wooing’s ended: now my wedding’ near ; When gloves are giving, gilded be you there 59 5Saw LOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS I03 FEHE ROSEMARY BRANCH ; ROW for two ends, it matters not at all, 3e’t for my bridal or my burial. a ee ee ee a ee Ie FO SYCAMORES a ey ee ee eee | M sick of love: O let me lie : Under your shades, to sleep or die ! Zither is welcome ; so I have eg ees ir here my bed, or here my grave. {Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep [ime with the tears that I do weep? OS j3ay, have ye sense, or do you prove i What crucifixions are in love? (know ye do; and that ’s the why ‘You sigh for love as well as I. Da a al held Mel lee tea ee en ee oe SfHE WILLOW GARLAND WILLOW garland thou didst send 4 Perfumed, last day, to me ; i'Which did but only this portend, I was forsook by thee. Since so it is: Ill tell thee what, To-morrow thou shall see 'Me wear the willow; after that, To die upon the tree. ape EYLTREES, AND SHRUESES 104 FLOWERS, As beasts unto the altars go With garlands dressed, so I Will, with my willow-wreath also, Come forth and sweetly die. TO THE WILLOW TREE HOU art to all lost love the best, The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids distressed, And left of love, are crowned. When once the lover’s rose is dead, Or laid aside forlorn, Then willow garlands ’bout the head, Bedewed with tears, are worn. When with neglect, the lover’s bane, Poor maids rewarded be, For their lost love, their only gain Is but a wreath from thee. And underneath thy cooling shade, When weary of the light, /flove-spent youth and love-sick maid , 2 to weep out the night. When g I e nightFLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS I05 TO THE YEW AND CYPRESS [TO GRACE HIS FUNERAL | OTH you two have Relation to the gTave ; And where The funeral trump sounds, you are there. I shall be made Ere long a fleeting shade ; Pray come, And do some honour to my tomb. Do not deny My last request, for I Wil be Thankful to you, or friends, for me. Ce a eee eee a Se ee ee eee et ean es ee aE ee a eei ai pe Sah ah Ni Se eae = es ee Gc ented ie rae x OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS CEREMONY UPON CANDLEMAS EVE mistletoe ; Down with the holly, ivy, all W herewith ye dressed the Christmas hall, That so the superstitious find No one least branch there left behind ; For look, how many leaves there be Neglected there, maids, trust to me, So many goblins you shall see. CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMAS EVE [ OWN with rosemary and bays, Down with the mistletoe ; Instead of holly, now upraise The greener box, for show. 106OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIE FS The holly hitherto did sway ; Let box now domineer Until the dancing Easter Day Or Easter’s eve appear. Then youthful box, which now hath grace Your houses to renew, Grown old, surrender must his place Unto the crisped yew. ee ee ee a eee eee ee ne a ee er When yew is out, then birch comes in, ee are ee ea ee And many flowers beside, Both of a fresh and fragrant kin, To honour Whitsuntide. Creen rushes then, and sweetest bents, With cooler oaken boughs, Come in for comely ornaments, To re-adorn the house. Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold ; New things succeed as former things grow old. THE CEREMONIES FOR ¢ ANDLEMAS DAY k INDLE the Christmas brand, and then Till sunset let it burn, Which quenched, then lay it up again Till Christmas next return.TOO, OD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS Part must be kept, wherewith to teend The Christmas log next year, And where ’tis safely kept, the fiend Can do no mischief there. UPON CANDLEMAS DAY ND now the white-loaf and the pie, And let all sports with Christmas die. § TO DIANEME: A CEREMONY IN GLOUCESTER "LL to thee a simnel bring, ‘Gainst thou goest a-mothering ; So that when she blesseth thee, Half that blessing thou ’lt give me. CORINNA’S GOING A-MAYING ET up, get up for shame, the blooming } morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree, Each flower has wept, and bowed toward | the east, Above an hour since, yet you not dressed, Nay ! not so much as out of bed: When all the birds have matins said, le el et i i he i ea ad is shear gaecaessota ees Re SasOLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS 10G ee And sung their thankful hymns; ’tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in. ;Whenas a thousand virgins on this day { 3pring, sooner then the lark to fetch in May- Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen ‘fo come forth, like the spring-time, fresh co oe an See ee ee a oe oe and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair ; Fear not, the leaves will strew ener et Ee ee Lt ey Rt ee ee a ee Gems in abundance upon you ; {Besides, the childhood of the day has kept jAgainst you come, some orient pearls unwept. Come, and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night, And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still _ Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying : iFew beads are best, when once we go a- Maying. ‘Come, my Corinna, come ; and coming mark ‘How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green, and trimmed with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a boughtt Al ere a Eo ete one Se Eeanas i TIO OLD CUSTOMS, AND BHLLEES Or branch; each porch, each door, ere} this, An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove, As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street And open fields, and we not see’t? Come, we’ll abroad, and let’s obey The proclamation made for May : And sin no more, as we have done, by} staying ; But, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying. | There ’s not a budding boy or girl, this day, } But is got up and gone to bring in May. A deal of youth, ere this, is come Back, and with white-thorn laden home | Some have despatched their cakes anc} cream Before that we have left to dream : And some have wept, and wooed anc¢| plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast of sloth ; Many a green gown has been given, Many a kiss, both odd and even, Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye, love’s firmament ; Many a jest told of the key’s betraying This night, and locks picked, yet we are no a-Maying.OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS DEI ‘Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, } And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun, ' And as a vapour, or a drop of rain Once lost. can ne’er be found again ; So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, THE MAYPOLE Te Maypole is up, Now give me the cup, I’ll drink to the garlands around it ; But first unto those W hose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crowned it. A health to my girls Whose husbands may earls Or lords be, granting my wishes 3 And when that ye wed To the bridal bed, Then multiply all, like to fishes. Come, my Corinna, come, let ’s go a-Maying. Pee ed a ee a ee ee a ee ee ee ae i ee << elo es re ee ee ee— pias ale td hal — Se Sati i = Se Fe) ee ee Le OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS ik HOCK CART; OR, HARVEST HOME: TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MILDMAY, EARL OF WESTMORLAND OME, sons of summer, by whose toil, We are the lords of wine and oil ; By whose tough labours and rough hands, We rip up first then reap our lands: Crowned with the ears of corn, now come, And, to the pipe, sing harvest home ! Come forth, my lord, and see the cart Dressed up with all the country art. See, here a maukin, there a sheet, As spotless pure as it is sweet ; The horses, mares, and frisking fillies, Clad all in linen white as lilies. The harvest swains and wenches bound For joy, to see the hock cart crowned. About the cart hear how the rout Of rural youngling raise the shout, Pressing before, some coming after, Those with a shout, and these with laughter, Some bless the cart, some kiss the sheaves, Some prank them up with oaken leaves: Some cross the fill-horse, some with great Devotion stroke the home-borne wheat, While other rusties, less attent To prayers than to merriment, tun after with their breeches rent. Well, on, brave boys, to your lord’s hearth, Glittering with fire, where, for your mirth,OL ¢ e shall see first the large and chief ‘ oundation of your feast, fat beef ; Vith upper stories, mutton, veal, ‘nd bacon,: which makes full the meal, Vith several dishes standing by, iS, here a custard, there a pie, nd here all tempting frumenty. nd for to make the merry cheer, “smirking wine be wanting here, {here’s that which drowns all care, stout beer, Vhich freely drink to your lord’s health, i hen to the plough, the commonwealth, ‘ext to your flails, your fans, your vats; (hen to the maids with wheaten hats ; (0 the rough sickle, and the crooked scythe, ‘rink, frolic, boys, till all be blithe. eed and grow fat, and as ye eat, ‘e mindful that the labouring neat, iS you, may have their full of meat; (nd know, besides, ye must revoke ihe patient ox unto the yoke, (nd all go back unto the plough (nd harrow, though they’re hanged up now. nd, you must know, your lord’s word’s true, »eed him ye must, whose food fills you. ind that this pleasure is like rain, (ot sent ye for to drown your pain, jut for to make it spring again. It D- CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS 153 SS. Se ae ee oe ee a ee es te Fee ad . ee ee ae LA ee ee re ee Tl al Dl ale kee Se ee ashe e ae TI4 OL D-CUSTOMS AND BELLEFS CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS OME, bring with a noise, My merry merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing, While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts’ desiring. With the last year’s brand Light the new block, and For good success in his spending, On your psalteries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a-teending. Drink now the strong beer, Cut the white loaf here, The while the meat is a-shredding ; For the rare mince-pie, And the plums stand by, To fill the paste that’s a-kneading. CHRISTMAS EVE: pie, ANOTHER CEREMONY OME, guard this night the Christm) That the thief, though ne’er so sly, With his flesh-hooks, don’t come nigh From him who alone sits there, To catch itOLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS Having his eye still in his ear, And a deal of nightly fear, To watch it. *WELFTH NIGHT3$ OR, KING AND QUEEN N OW, now the mirth comes 2 With the cake full of plums, ‘Vhere Bean’s the king of the sport here ; Beside, we must know The Pea also ‘lust revel as queen in the court here. Begin then to choose, This night as ye use, )Vho shall for the present delight here ; Be a king by the lot, And who shall not sie Twelve-day queen for the night here. Which known, let us make Joy-sops with the cake, ind let not a man then be seen here, Who unurged will not drink, To the base from the brink, _ health to the king and the queen here. Next crown the bowl full With gentle lambs’ wool, ind sugar, nutmeg, and ginger, With store of ale too ; And thus ye must do .‘o make the wassail a swinger. ee ee ee Bie the Sie Se wae eos eee = en ene en eee re Ee Se tel a llnet ee wo Reger ae ah eet any 110 OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS Give then to the king And queen wassailing, And though with ale ye be wet here, Yet part ye from hence As free from offence As when ye innocent met here. THE WASSAIL IVE way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. May both with manchet stand replete, Your larders, too, so hung with meat, That thou a thousand, thousand eat. Yet ere twelve moons shall whirl about Their silvery spheres, there’s none maj| doubt But more’s sent in than was served out. Next, may your dairies prosper so As that your pans no ebb may know ; But if they do, the more to flow. Like to a solemn sober stream, Banked all with lilies, and the cream Of sweetest cowslips filling them.OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS Li7 | Then may your plants be pressed with fruit, / Nor bee or hive you have be mute, But sweetly sounding like a lute. . Last, may your harrows, shares, and ploughs, iYour stacks, your stocks, your sweetest mows, } All prosper by your virgin-vows. i} Alas! we bless, but see none here, | That brings us either ale or beer ; (In a dry house all things are near. (Let ’s leave a longer time to wait, ‘Where rust and cobwebs bind the gate ; iAnd all live here with needy fate ; ‘Where chimneys do for ever weep 'for want of warmth, and stomachs keep With noise the servants’ eyes from sleep. }({t is in vain to sing, or stay {Jur free feet here, but we’ll away ; 'Yet to the Lares this we’ll say : Nee ne ee eee ne eee ee en nen ee ee es ee ‘Che time will come when you ’Il be sad, /4nd reckon this for fortune bad, ‘P’ have lost the good ye might have had.ee eee et oe TLS OLD CUSTOMS AND BELLIES SAINT DISTAFF’S DAY; OR THE MORROW AFTER TWELFTH DAY pa work and partly play Ye must on St. Distaff’s day ; From the plough soon free your team, Then come home and fodder them ; If the maids a-spinning go, 3urn the flax and fire the tow ; Scorch their plackets, but beware That ye singe no maiden-hair ; Bring in pails of water then, Let the maids bewash the men ; Give St. Distaff all the right, Then bid Christmas sport good night, And next morrow every one To his own vocation. THE BELLMAN ROM noise of scare-fires rest yi/ free, From murder’s benedicite, From all mischances that may fright Your pleasing slumbers in the night ; Mercy secure ye all and keep The goblin from ye, while ye sleep. Past one o'clock, and almost two, My masters all, Good day to you.OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS I1G DRAW-GLOVES A Draw-gloves we’ll play, 4 And prithee let’s lay A wager, and let it be this: Who first to the sum Of twenty shall come, Shall have for his winning a kiss. CHARMS oe I'll tell ye by the way, Maidens, when ye leavens lay, Cross your dough, and your despatch Will be better for your batch. ANOTHER ] N the morning when ye rise, Wash your hands and cleanse your eyes 5 Next, be sure ye have a care To disperse the water far, For as far as that doth light So far keeps the evil sprite. ANOTHER ] F ye fear to be affrighted, When ye are by chance benighted, In your pocket, for a crust, Carry nothing but a trust, For that holy piece of bread Charms the danger and the dread. SNe ss Re See Ee oP SPSS RS Sie es le EME EE OS hE TEE TEE ESSE i eee ee ea eee eee ee ee oe ier120 OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS CHARMS bo the holy crust of bread, Lay it underneath the head ; Tis a certain charm to keep Hags away while children sleep. ANOTHER hi the superstitious wife Near the child’s heart lay a knife, Point be up and haft be down ; While she gossips in the town, This, ’mongst other mystic charms, Keeps the sleeping child from harms. ANOTHER CHARM FOR STABLES ANG up hooks and shears to scare Hence the hag that rides the mare, § Till they be all over wet With the mire and the sweat ; This observed, the manes shall be Of your horses all knot-free. THE WAKE OME, Anthea, let us two Go to feast, as others do ; Tarts and custards, creams and cakes, Are the junkets still at wakes ; Unto which the tribes resort, Where the business is the sport.OLD-CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS I2L Morris-dancers thou shalt see, Marian, too, in pageantry ; And a mimic to devise Many grinning properties. Players there will be, and those Base in action as in clothes ; Yet with strutting they will please The incurious villages. Near the dying of the day There will be a cudgel-play, Where a coxcomb will be broke, Ee eee ee ee se ee ee ee ee ee ee ee Ere a good word can be spoke: But the anger ends all here, Drenched in ale or drowned in beer Happy rustics, best content a a ae re eee et ee a With the cheapest merriment, And possess no other fear Than to want the wake next year. TO THE MAIDS TO WALK ABROAD : ME, sit we under yonder tree, Where merry as the maids we'll be ; And as on primroses we sift, We’ll venture, if we can, at wit; If not, at draw-gloves we will play, So spend some minutes of the day ; Or else spin out the thread of sands, Playing at questions and commands, Or tell what strange tricks love can do, By quickly making one of two.£2 OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS Thus we will sit and talk, but tell No cruel truths of Philomel, Or Phillis, whom hard fate forced on To kill herself for Demophon. 3ut fables we ’ll relate—how Jove Put on all shapes to get a love, As now a satyr, then a swan, A bull but then, and now a man. Next, we will act how young men woo, And sigh and kiss as lovers do ; And talk of brides, and who shall make That wedding-smock, this bridal cake, That dress, this sprig, that leaf, this vine, That smooth and silken columbine. This done, we ’ll draw lots who shall buy And gild the bays and rosemary ; What posies for our wedding-rings, What gloves we’ll give, and ribbonings ; And smiling at ourselves, decree Who then the joining priest shall be ; What short sweet prayers shall be said, And how the posset shall be made With cream of lilies, not of kine, And maiden’s blush for spicéd wine. Thus having talked, we’ll next commend A kiss to each, and so we’ll end. THE PETER-PENNY RESH strewings allow >] To my sepulchre now,OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS To make my lodging the sweeter ; A staff or a wand, Put them in my hand, With a penny to pay St. Peter. Who has not a cross Must sit with the loss, And no whit further must venture ; Since the porter he Will paid have his fee, Or else not one there must enter. Who at a dead lift Can’t send for a gift A pig to the priest for a roaster, Shall hear his clerk say, By yea and by nay, ‘No penny, no paternoster.’ STOOL-BALL ae T stool-ball, Lucia, let us play, For sugar-cakes and wine ; Or for a tansy let us pay — The loss or thine or mine. If thou, my dear, a winner be At trundling of the ball, The wages thou shalt have, and me And my misfortunes all. Se ee ee ne en ee ee ee Pd seee SSeS ee ee ee ee ee ee eee ee oa ee arsel ee ee sare ee es i224, OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS But if, my sweetest, I shall get, Then I desire but this, That likewise I may pay the bet And have for all a kiss. A CHARM, OR AN ALLAY FOR LOVE | so be a toad be laid In a sheep’s skin newly flayed, And that tied to man, *twill sever Him and his affections ever. TO THE KING, ZO CURE THE EVIL O find that tree of life, whose fruits dis feed, And leaves did heal, all sick of human seed To find Bethesda, and an angel there, Stirring the waters, Iam come; and here At last I find, after my much to do, The tree, Bethesda, and the angel too ; And all in your blest hand, which has th powers Of all those suppling healing herbs an flowers. To that soft charm, that spell, that magi bough, That high enchantment I betake me now, And to that hand, the branch of Heaven fair tree, I kneel for help; O lay that hand on me,to on OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEFS I y\doréd Cesar! and my faith is such, » shall be healed, if that my King but touch. {the evil is not yours ; my sorrow sings, IWine is the evil, but the cure the King’s. SJPON PRUDENCE BALDWIN, FER SICKNESS | ae my dearest maid, is sick, Almost to be lunatic: } Esculapius, come and bring i Weans for her recovering, }And a gallant cock shall be { ffered up by her to thee. | his book’s end this last line he’d have placed : iJocunp uis Muse WAS, BUT HIS LIFE WAS CHASTE. THE END or a ee ee a ee ee ees a Ne Te al eR oe et deal el Be eeI.—MAIDS, LOVE, KISSES, CUPID, VENUS POEM-HEADINGS To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, To Virgins, : The Cruel Maid, Toa Maid, Upon a Virgin, . Upon a Maid, Upon a Maid, Upon Cupid, A Hymn.to Venus and oui vid An Hymn to Cupid, To Cupid: ‘ ‘ ahe (Cheat of Cupid; or, the Guest, Upon Cupid, A Short Hymn to Venus, A Vow to Venus, The Kiss : A Dialogue, A Rass. Kisses, To the Ladies, Love, what it is, 126 Ungentle AND PAGE:mio Love, . it Of Love: a Sonnet, st Upon Love, ‘ : ; Love Killed by Lack, § Zeal required m Love, } Against Love, sLove Me Little, Love ae . {Upon Himself, . §n Love, . ' Upon Himself, (Upon Love, 'Of Love, . » Upon Himself, i Another, + Upon Love, ~ Upon Love, ~ Upon Love, #4 Charm, or an Allay for Love, SOF Love; . ; » Upon Love, . | Upon Love, i Love, : § Upon Love, : Upon Love, } Upon Love, $0On Love, . fAnother, . fAn Penis to LOVE, i Love is a Syrup, ; |} Upon Love, by way of Question and Answer, §Of Love, . ; On Love, f Another on Love, POEM-HEADIN( ee nn ee ey. ee ee ee ae ee ee Fah _ er es eR ea ee ne ee aPOEM-EHEADING Ss 1 x IL —VERSES £O HIS MISTRESSES PAGE | To His Mistress Objecting to Him neither Toying nor Talking, . : e ; - 23k Upon the Loss of His Mistresses, . : . 2ah To His Mistresses, . : : : ; . 2gh To His Mistress, ‘ : . : ‘ - gee His Misery in a Mistress, : 2 ’ . oat A Meditation for His Mistress, [ : . 26) To His Lovely Mistresses, ‘ : . wat IL-——VERSES LO JULIA The Night-piece : to Julia, : : . . 2a) On Julia’s Picture, . ; : . : . aer A Ring Presented to Julia, ‘ : : . 2a The Bracelet to Julia, ‘ 30 3 The Pomander Bracelet, 30 5 Upon Her Voice, 31 Upon Julia’s Voice, 35 Again, ; 31 The Rosary, 31 Upen Her Blush, 32 4 The Weeping Cherry, 32 On Julia’s Lips, 32 | Cherry Ripe, : : : : ; . 325 The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls, 33 } The Candour of Julia’s Teeth, . : 33 | On Julia’s Breath, . ‘ ; 33 1 Upon the Roses in Julia’s Bosom, 33 | To Roses in Julia’s Bosom, 34 | How His Soul Came Ensnared, Upon Julia’s Hair Filled with Dew, U2 OW > fs}Jpon Julia’s Hair Bund! POEM -=HEADINGS \nother on Her, 'Jpon Julia’s Clothes, ( \nother upo Che Silken Snake, Jpon Julia’s Ribbon, : Jpon Julia’s Unlacing Herself, Jpon Her W ce} IN 2a ee Weeping irt above a ; to Julia, } ears are Tongue : i i i i ¢ I “h 1e Frozen Zone; or, Julia Disdainful, o Juli: : dis Covenant or Protestation to Julia, not to Trouble Julia, Jpon Julia’s Recovery, ‘o the Fever, ‘he Perfume, S julia, . fis Sailing from Julia, ‘o Julia, » Julia in the Temple, 'O S Talia, the Flaminica Dialis; or, Queen- Priest, ‘Oo Julia, ® Julia, . he Sacrifice, by Way of Himself and Julia ulia’s Churching, o Discourse betwixt r Purification, o Julia, in Her Dawn or Daybreak, o Julia, ‘is Request to Julia, is Embalming to Julia, o Julia, ‘ is Charge to Julia at His Death, is Last Request to Julia ed Up in a Golden Net, rz 9 AGE 44 45 46 46 47 4 / 47 40 ee a tee eee SESS SMIS le woe wes ea aera ee ee eee ne ee a ee ee es eea a pt eee Ss POEM-HE ADEN 1V.—TO SILVIA, PERILLA, PERENNS AND ANTHEA PAGE 1 The Bracelet of Pearl: to Silvia, 49 Upon Silvia, 50 To Silvia, 50 To Silvia to Wed, 50 To Silvia, 51 To Silvia, 51 To Perilla, : 51 A Sonnet of Perilla, 52 His Protestation to Perilla, 52 To Perenna, 53 F To Perenna, 53] To the Western Wind, 53 To Perenna, 54 To Perenna, 54 To Perenna, a Aenea . al To Anthea, who may C eianacnt HigAnyiliaes 54 To Anthea, 55 To Anthea, : 56 Anthea’s Retractation, 5€ To Anthea, 56 To Anthea 57 V.—TO DIANEME, BIANCHA, SAPPHO, MYRRHA, CYNTHIAS, AND CORINNA To Dianeme, sé To Dianeme, 5S To Dianeme, 5¢ f To Dianeme,[M-HEADINGS i sissing Usury, ; : : being Once Blind, His Request t Biancha, . ; ‘o Biancha, to Bless Him, ‘o Biancha, : Jpon Sappho, Sweetly Playing and Sweetly Singing, Oo Sappho, ‘0 Sappho, ‘o Sappho, pon Sappho, : ; ‘ adness of Things for Sappho’s Sickness, ‘oO Myrrha, Hard- Hearted, f issuasions from Idleness, the Changes : to Corinna, VI.—-TO ELECTRA, CENONE, PRUE. AND OTHERS o Ele tra, ° : he Vision to Electra, pon Electra, ‘ pon Electra’s Tears, . o Electra : Love Looks for Love, Conjuration : to Electra, ¢o Electra, o Electra, <'o (Enone, o (Enone, pon Irene, : ¢o His Maid Prue, : : ‘ pon Prue: His Maid, . ‘ ‘ o Mistress Amy Potter, aN on ~ | U1 Fe ne oe ee ye ee eR Se re rs 8 eee IO OP LF SHES pr os ol OME TS OSE TEE 8 SEMA AOC SR vesta HePOEM-HEADINGS PAGE To the Handsome Mistress Grace Potter, . me To the Most Comely and Proper Miss Elizabeth Pinch, <. : : ; ‘ = Mrs. Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of the Lost Shepherdess, “ : . ei To Mistress Katharine Bradshaw, the Lovely, that Crowned Him with Laurel, . ‘ . at A Dialogue betwixt Himself and Mistress Elizabeth Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis, 7 Nn VIIL.—LOVE AND OTHER VERSE To Phillis to Love, and Live with Him, The Wounded Cupid : Song, No Loathsomeness in Love, The Wounded Heart, Upon Some Women,. The Frozen Heart, . To All Young Men that Love, No Fault in Women, Upon a Delaying Lady, To His Valentine, on St. Valentine’s Day, Lovers, How they Come and Part, In Praise of Women, The Maiden-Blush, A Defence of Women, Women Useless, ~mMmmMmmmMmm@mMmDwnm wo Oo OF OO = SY] VIII.—FLOWERS, TREES, AND SHRUBS LO Biossonis,* « : . me: The Shower of Blossoms,POE M-HEA DINGS o Carnations: a Song, o Cherry Blossoms, n Epitaph Upon a Virgin, Wivination by a Daffodil, o Daffodils, ‘Oo Daisies, not to Shut so Soon, Yhy Flowers Change Colour, ‘o Flowers, c he Apron of Flowers, slow Lilies Came White, . ihe Lily ina Crystal, slow Marigolds Came Yellow, ¢°o Marigolds, 5 'o Pansies, * flow Pansies, or Heartsease, Came First, yiow Primroses Came Green, . : *o Primroses Filled with Morning Dew, i he Primrose, j }pon Roses, We) the Rose: Song, 7 low Roses Came Red, d “he Funeral Rites of the Rose, low Roses Came Red, ‘o a Bed of Tulips, ‘o Violets, i : Jow Violets Came Blue, Iow the Wallflower Came First, and Why s Called, ¢)n Gilly-flowers Begotten, { “he Bleeding Hand; or, the Sprig of E tine Given to a Maid, “he Olive Branch, y/o Rosemary and Bays, { “he Rosemary Branch, *°o Sycamores, ee ee ee ee ee ee ee nt ee ee ee ee ee a ee nanaPORM-HEA DINGS PAGE} The Willow Garland, . 1o;8 To the Willow Tree, . ; ; - 1025 To the Yew and Cypress to Grace His Hanerals , : ‘ . Top Ix; —OLD CUSTOMS AND BELIEES Ceremony upon Candlemas Eve, . - 10t8 Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve, ‘ . I10fF The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day, : - roan Upon Candlemas Day, . : : rot B To Dianeme : A Ceremony in Gloucester, . 1o0Ck Corinna’s Going a-Maying, . : : . Toes The Maypole, . ; . 1m The Hock Cart: or, Harvest Home. To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmorland, . : : ; . Imt Ceremonies for Christmas, ; ‘ . Tm Christmas Eve: another Ceremony, . Ifa Twelfth Night; or, Kingand Queen, . . 158 The Wassail, . : : : : : - Tree Saint Distaffs Day; or the Morrow after Twelfth Day, . : : . Tee The Bellman, Tr] Draw-gloves, TIC 9 Charms, IIc ji Another, IIc] Another, TIC} Charms, 12¢ Another, s . Ig Another Charm for Stables, . . rach The Wake, : : : : . . Tack To the Maids to Walk Abroad,POEM-HEADINGS 135 ‘he Peter-penny . 122 1 tool-ball, : : ‘ . 122 , . 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