Hesperides, the Poems and Other Remains of R. Herrick, Ed. by W. C. Hazlitt

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...up now. And, you must know, your lord's word's true, Feed him ye must, whose food fils you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your paine, But for to make it spring againe. The Perfume. '"PO-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. Upon Her Voice. j ET but thy voice engender with the string, 'And angels will be borne, while thou dost sing. Not To Love. HE that will not love, must be My scholar, and learn this of me: There be in love as many feares, As the summer's corne has eares: Sighs, and sobs, and sorrowes more Then the sand, that makes the shore: Freezing cold, and firie heats, Fainting swoones, and deadly sweats; Now an ague, then a fever, Both tormenting lovers ever. Wod'st thou know, besides all these, How hard a woman 'tis to please? How crosse, how sullen, and how soone She shifts and changes like the moone. How false, how hollow she's in heart; And how she is her owne least part: How high she's priz'd, and worth but small; Little thou't love, or not at all. To Musick. A Song. MUSICK, thou Queen of Heaven, care-charming spel, That strik'st a stilnesse into hell: Thou that tam'st tygers, and fierce storms, that rise, With thy soule-melting lullabies: Fall down, down, down, from those thy chiming spheres, To charme our soules, as thou enchant'st our eares. To The Western Wind. SWEET western wind, whose luck it is, Made rivall with the aire, To give Perenna's lip a kisse, And fan her wanton haire. Bring me but one, He promise thee, Instead of common showers, Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me, And all beset with flowers. Upon The Death Of His Sparrow. An Elegik. WHY doe not...