Julia, I bring …
Robert Herrick
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell …
Ah Ben! …
Here a little child I stand …
Get up, get up for shame, the Blooming Morne …
A sweet disorder in the dress …
More discontents I never had …
Farewell thou thing, time past so known, so dear …
For those my unbaptized rhymes, …
When I a verse shall make, …
From the dull confines of the drooping west …
I would to God, that mine old age might have …
God will have all, or none; serve Him, or fall …
How Love came in, I do not know, …
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, …
Dull to myself, and almost dead to these …
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, …
Fame’s pillar here at last we set, …
I dreamed this mortal part of mine …
In this world, the isle of dreams, …
Let’s call for Hymen if agreed thou art – …
Bid me to live, and I will live …
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see …
Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find …
Can I not sin, but thou wilt be …
Now is the time for mirth, …
If thou dislik’st the piece thou light’st on first, …
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, …
Here she lies, a pretty bud, …
Here lies Jonson with the rest …
Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me …
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, …
Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week, …
In this little urn is laid …
I have lost, and lately, these …
Be the mistress of my choice, …
In sober mornings do thou not rehearse …