Be she fat, or be she lean; The following is inserted, with some variations, in the collection of Carew's poems. There is also another poem, addressed by Herrick to Mrs. Elizabeth Wheeler, in the same collection, under the title of the Enquiry. But both appear to have been erroneously attributed to Carew. The Primrose. "Ask me why I send you here This primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew? The sweets of love are mix'd with tears. Ask me why this flow'r does show So yellow green, and sickly too? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending, yet it doth not break? I will answer, these discover What fainting hopes are in a lover." Those which succeed are in a more pathetic strain. The cruel Maid. "And, cruel maid, because I see What is become of me; there I The rose, the violet, one day See; both these lady-flow'rs decay; And, it may chance that love may turn, Me, me, the most despised lover, To Anthea, who may command him any thing. "Bid me to live, and I will live Thy protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou can'st find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree; Or bid it languish quite away, Bid me to weep, and I will weep, Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me; And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee." To Julia. "Julia, when thy Herrick dies, And his last breath, let it be Some of his descriptive pieces are characterized by the most exquisite moral pathos. To Primroses, filled with Morning Dew. Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears Who were but born Just as the modest morn Alas! you have not known that show'r That mars a flow'r; Nor felt th' unkind Breath of a blasting wind; Nor are ye worn with years; Or warp'd, as we, Who think it strange to see Such pretty flow'rs, like to orphans young, Speak, whimp'ring younglings; and make known Or, that Ye droop, and weep. Is it for want of sleep; ye I have not seen as yet The violet? Or brought a kiss From that sweetheart to this? Would have this lecture read, 'That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, To Blossoms. "Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, 'Tis pity nature brought ye forth But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Like you, awhile; they glide Into the grave." He sings "how roses first came red, and lillies white;" how flowers first sprung, and how they first received their different tints. How the Wall-flower came first, and why so called. "Why this flow'r is now call'd so, List, sweet maids, and you shall know. Once a brisk and bonny lass, So she fell; and bruis'd, she died. And her loving, luckless speed, How Pansies or Hearts-ease first came. "Frolick virgins once these were, Love, in pity of their tears, And their loss of blooming years, For their restless here-spent hours, Gave them heart's ease turn'd to flow'rs." Herrick delights in the description of those elegant poetic creations-the fairies, whom he has delineated with a minuteness of detail and felicity of expression truly admirable. We shall make two quotations from these agreeable sports of fancy. Oberon's Palace. "Thus to a grove Sometimes devoted unto love, Tinsell'd with twilight, he and they, |