Where, though thou see'st not, thou may'st think upon ROBERT HERRICK A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS γου are a tulip seen to-day, But, dearest, of so short a stay That where you grew scarce man can say. You are a lovely July-flower, Yet one rude wind or ruffling shower You are a sparkling rose i' th' bud, You are a full-spread, fair-set vine, You are like balm enclosed well You are a dainty violet, Yet wither'd ere you can be set You are the queen all flowers among, ROBERT HERRICK TO CARNATIONS-A SONG TAY while ye will, or go STAY And leave no scent behind ye: Yet, trust me, I shall know Within my Lucia's cheek, Whose livery ye wear, Play ye at hide or seek, I'm sure to find ye there. ROBERT HERRICK THE PRIMROSE ASK me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year; Ask me why I send to you This primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew; The sweets of love are mix'd with tears. Ask me why this flower does show ROBERT HERRICK THE MAD MAID'S SONG 'OOD-MORROW to the day so fair, Good-morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled with the dew. Good-morning to this primrose too, That will with flowers the tomb bestrew Ah! woe is me, woe, woe is me, Alack and well-a-day! For pity, sir, find out that bee I'll seek him in your bonnet brave, Nay, now I think th'ave made his grave I'll seek him there; I know ere this The cold, cold earth doth shake him; But I will go or send a kiss By you, sir, to awake him. Pray, hurt him not, though he be dead, He's soft and tender (pray take heed); ROBERT HERRICK TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING BID ID me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay Bid me to weep, and I will weep Bid me despair, and I'll despair Thou art my life, my love, my heart,1 And hast command of every part To live and die for thee. ROBERT HERRICK 1 Cf. Spenser, "Colin Clouts Come Home Again," 1. 476, "My thought, my heart, my love, my life is shee". There are few more passionate poems than this, and the passion culminates, as it should, in the last stanza. TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may : Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, That age is best which is the first, Then be not coy, but use your time, ROBERT HERRICK HUE AND CRY 1 N Love's Name you are charged, O fly, IN And make a speedy hue and cry After a face, which t'other day Stole my wandering heart away: To direct you take, in brief, These few marks to know the thief. 1 In Shirley's play "The Witty Fair One" there is another version of this poem, as follows: "In Love's name you are charged hereby To make a speedy hue and cry |