Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

281. Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast 1/13/2003
282. Upon Time 12/31/2002
283. Upon Wrinkles 12/31/2002
284. Want 12/31/2002
285. What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have 12/31/2002
286. When He Would Have His Verses Read 12/31/2002
287. Why Flowers Change Colour 12/31/2002
288. Wlt Punished Prospers Most 12/31/2002
289. Writing 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

- 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.

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Pray And Prosper

First offer incense; then, thy field and meads
Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads.
The spangling dew dredged o'er the grass shall be
Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee.
Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil,
Shall run as rivers all throughout thy soil.
Would'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould?
--Pray once, twice pray; and turn thy ground to gold.

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