Robert Herrick Poems

By those soft tods of wool,
With which the air is full;
By all those tinctures there
That paint the hemisphere;
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THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK
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,
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Here a solemn fast we keep,
While all beauty lies asleep;
Hush'd be all things, no noise here
But the toning of a tear;
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When I love, as some have told
Love I shall, when I am old,
O ye Graces! make me fit
For the welcoming of it!
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A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction--
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How Love came in, I do not know,
Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no;
Or whether with the soul it came,
At first, infused with the same;
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Health is the first good lent to men;
A gentle disposition then:
Next, to be rich by no by-ways;
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