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|
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Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
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.