Robert Herrick Poems
|281.||Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses||12/31/2002|
|282.||Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast||1/13/2003|
|286.||What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have||12/31/2002|
|287.||When He Would Have His Verses Read||12/31/2002|
|288.||Why Flowers Change Colour||12/31/2002|
|289.||Wlt Punished Prospers Most||12/31/2002|
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.
Shark, when he goes to any publick feast,
Eates to ones thinking, of all there, the least.
What saves the master of the House thereby?
When if the servants search, they may descry
In his wide Codpeece, (dinner being done)
Two Napkins cram'd up, and a silver Spoone.