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Page 193 - Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose ! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring ! full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 206 - Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Page 206 - Cause my speech is now decayed; Sweet Spirit comfort me! When (God knows) I'm tossed about, Either with despair, or doubt; Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit comfort me!
Page 202 - A bag and bottle thou shalt have, That richly wrought, and this as brave ; So that as either shall express The wearer's no mean shepherdess.
Page 194 - Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Page 200 - Hesperides, or the Works both Humane and Divine, of Robert Herrick, Esq...
Page 43 - The Patterne of painefull Aduentures, Containing the most excellent, pleasant, and variable Historic of the strange accidents that befell vnto Prince Apollonius, the Lady Lucina his wife and Tharsia his daughter.
Page 202 - I write of youth, of love, and have access By these to sing of cleanly wantonness; I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece Of balm, of oil, of spice and ambergris; I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write How roses first came red and lilies white; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King; I write of hell ; I sing (and ever shall) Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.
Page 203 - And having danced ('bove all the best) Carry the garland from the rest, In wicker-baskets maids shall bring To thee, my dearest shepherdling, The blushing apple, bashful pear, And shame-faced plum, all simp'ring there. Walk in the groves, and thou shalt find The name of Phillis in the rind Of every straight and smooth-skin tree ; Where kissing that, I'll twice kiss thee.