Be she likewise one of those,
That an acre hath of nose :
Be her forehead, and her eyes
Full of incongruities :

Be her cheeks so shallow too,

As to shew her tongue wag through:
Be her lips ill hung, or set,

And her grinders black as jet;

Ha's she thinne haire, hath she none,
She's to me a paragon.

TO ANTHEA.

F, deare Anthea, my hard fate it be

IF

To live some few-sad-howers after thee: Thy sacred corse with odours I will burne; And with my lawrell crown thy golden vrne. Then holding up, there, such religious things, As were, time past, thy holy filitings: Nere to thy reverend pitcher I will fall Down dead for grief, and end my woes withall: So three in one small plat of ground shall ly, Anthea, Herrick, and his poetry.

I

THE WEEPING CHERRY.

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 teare at all for that:
Which rubies, corralls, scarlets, all

For tincture, wonder at.

SOFT MUSICK.

HE mellow touch of musick most doth wound

THE

The soule, when it doth rather sigh, then sound.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWIXT KINGS AND SUBIECTS. WIXT kings and subjects ther's this mighty

odds,

Subjects are

J'

L

taught by men; kings by the Gods.

UPON JULIA'S FALL.

ULIA was carelesse, and withall,

She rather took, then got a fall:
The wanton ambler chanc'd to see
Part of her leggs sinceritie:

And ravish'd thus, it came to passe,
The nagge, like to the prophets asse,
Began to speak, and would have been
A telling what rare sights h'ad seen :
And had told all; but did refraine,
Because his tongue was ty'd againe.

EXPENCES EXHAUST.

IVE with a thrifty, not a needy fate;
Small shots paid often, waste a vast estate.

LOVE WHAT IT IS.

LOVE is a circle that doth restlesse move
In the same sweet eternity of love.

WHEN

PRESENCE AND ABSENCE.

WHEN what is lov'd is present, love doth spring;

But being absent, love lies languishing.

'O me my Julia lately sent

A bracelet richly redolent :

The beads I kist, but most lov'd her
That did perfume the pomander.

THE SHOOE-TYING.

ANTHEA bade me tye her shooe;

I did; and kist the instep too :

And would have kist unto her knee,
Had not her blush rebuked me..

IN

THE CARKANET.

NSTEAD of orient pearls of jet,
I sent my love a carkanet :

About her spotlesse neck she knit
The lace, to honour me, or it :
Then think how wrapt was I to see
My jet t'enthrall such ivorie.

HIS SAILING FROM JULIA.

HEN that day comes, whose evening sayes I'm

WH

gone

Unto that watrie desolation:

Devoutly to thy closet-gods then pray,
That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora.
Those deities which circum-walk the seas,
And look upon our dreadfull passages,
Will from all dangers re-deliver me,
drink-offering poured out by thee.
Mercie and truth live with thee! and forbeare
In my short absence, to unsluce a teare:
But yet for loves-sake, let thy lips doe this,

For one

Give

my dead picture one engendring kisse : Work that to life, and let me ever dwell In thy remembrance, Julia. So farewell.

How

THE

WALL-FLOWER CAME FIRST, AND

WHY SO CALLED.

WHY this flower is now call'd so,

List, sweet maids, and you shal know. Understand, this first-ling was

Once a brisk and bonny lasse,

Kept

as close as Danae was:

Who a sprightly springall lov'd,

And to have it fully prov'd,

Up she got upon a wall,
Tempting down to slide withall :
But the silken twist unty'd,
So she fell, and bruis'd, she dy'd.
Love, in pitty of the deed,
And her loving-lucklesse speed,
Turn'd her to this plant, we call
Now, The Flower of the Wall.

WHY FLOWERS CHANGE COLOUR.

HESE fresh beauties, we can prove,

THES

Once were virgins sick of love,

Turn'd to flowers. Still in some

Colours goe, and colours come.

TO HIS MISTRESSE OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING.

OU say I love not, 'cause I doe not play

You

Still with your curles, and kisse the time away. You blame me too, because I cann't devise

Some sport, to please those babies in your eyes:
By loves religion, I must here confesse it,
The most I love, when I the least expresse it.
Small griefs find tongues: full casques are ever found
To give, if any, yet but little sound.

Deep waters noyse-lesse are; and this we know,
That chiding streams betray small depth below.
So when love speechlesse is she doth expresse
A depth in love, and that depth, bottomlesse.
Now since my love is tongue-lesse, know me such,
Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much.

UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS MISTRESSES.

I HAVE lost, and lately, these

Many dainty mistresses :

Stately Julia, prime of all;
Sapho next, a principall :