Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

41. To Music 12/31/2002
42. To Sir Clipsby Crew 12/31/2002
43. Anacreontic 12/31/2002
44. An Ode To Master Endymion Porter, Upon His Brother's Death 1/3/2003
45. Satisfaction For Sufferings 12/31/2002
46. Kissing Usury 12/31/2002
47. To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks 12/31/2002
48. An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew 12/31/2002
49. His Winding-Sheet 12/31/2002
50. Pray And Prosper 12/31/2002
51. The Bellman 1/3/2003
52. The Bag Of The Bee 12/31/2002
53. The Changes: To Corinna 12/31/2002
54. To His Verses 12/31/2002
55. On Himself 12/31/2002
56. To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friendmr Charles Cotton 12/31/2002
57. Draw-Gloves 1/3/2003
58. The Plaudite, Or End Of Life 12/31/2002
59. The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid 12/31/2002
60. Man's Dying-Place Uncertain 12/31/2002
61. Safety On The Shore 12/31/2002
62. Upon The Detracter 12/31/2002
63. Upon Tears 12/31/2002
64. Upon Wrinkles 12/31/2002
65. The Parliament Of Roses To Julia 12/31/2002
66. To His Muse 12/31/2002
67. The Ceremonies For Candlemas Day 12/31/2002
68. Upon Parson Beanes 1/1/2004
69. To Oenone 1/4/2003
70. Things Mortal Still Mutable 12/31/2002
71. The Wake 12/31/2002
72. The Apron Of Flowers 12/31/2002
73. The Bell-Man 12/31/2002
74. To Music: A Song 12/31/2002
75. To Perilla 1/13/2003
76. To Bacchus: A Canticle 12/31/2002
77. To Laurels 12/31/2002
78. Pardons 12/31/2002
79. Matins, Or Morning Prayer 12/31/2002
80. His Age:Dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,Mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus 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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His Sailing From Julia

When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery 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 dreadful passages,
Will from all dangers re-deliver me,
For one drink-offering poured out by thee,
Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear,

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