"THINK NOT, 'CAUSE MEN FLATT'RING SAY." 143 In plenty hoard for time of scant. For when the storms of Time have moved Waves on that cheek which was beloved; And yellow spread where red once shined; Love may return, but lovers never : O love me then, and now begin it, Oh, then, be wise, and whilst your season Both bud and fade, both blow and wither. TO CORINNA, TO GO A-MAYING. BY ROBERT HERRICK, [ROBERT HERRICK, the son of a goldsmith, was born in London. in the year 1591. He studied at Cambridge, took holy orders, and obtained a living from Charles I. This he lost during the Civil Wars, and received again at the Restoration. He is believed to have lived to a good old age, though the time of his death is unknown. Herrick associated with Ben Jonson and the other social spirits of the time. His poems exhibit, in some instances, a licentiousness which he deeply regretted in his after life. His language is picturesque and beautiful, and his verses, though very irregular, are, at times, extremely melodious.] GET up, get up for shame, the blooming morn See how Aurora throws her fair Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east, Nay, not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns: 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring sooner than the lark to fetch in May. |