Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick-Robert Herrick

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1:00Toyota's easy choice sales event is on. Whether you're looking for the performance of the camera, the versatility of Arab 4, the efficiency of a Corolla, or all electric driving in the BZ, there's a Toyota that's just right for you. And with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places. Those who most admire the poet from whose many pieces his selection only here is offered,

2:21will it is probable feel most strongly with the editor that excuse is needed for an attempt of an obviously presumptuous nature. The choice made by any selector invites challenge. The admission perhaps of some poems, the absence of more will be censured. Whilst others may wholly condemn the process in virtue of an argument not unfrequently advanced of late, that a writer's judgment on his own work is to be considered final. And his book to be taken as he left it, or left altogether. A literal reproduction of the original text being occasionally included in this requirement. If poetry were composed solely for her faithful band of true lovers and true students, such a fact similarly as that last indicated would have claims irresistible. But if the first and last object of this as of the other fine arts may be defined in language borrowed from a different range of thought as the greatest pleasure of the greatest number,

3:22it is certain that less stringent forms of reproduction are required and justified. The great majority of readers cannot bring either leisure or taste or information, sufficient to take them through a large mass at any rate of ancient verse, not even if it be Spencer's or Milton's. Manors and modes of speech again have changed, and much that was admissible centuries since, or at least sought admission, has now by a law against which protested his idol lapsed into the Indecorus. Even on accustomed forms of spelling or an effort to the eye, a kind of friction, which diminishes the ease and enjoyment of the reader. These entrances and clogs of very diverse nature cannot be disregarded by poetry. In common with everything which aims at human benefit, she must work not only for the faithful, she has also the duty of conversion. Like a messenger from heaven, it is hers to inspire, to console, to elevate, to convert the world

4:26in a word to herself. Every rough place that slackens her footsteps must be made smooth, nor in this art need Debbie Fear that the way will ever be vulgarized by too much ease, nor that she will be loved less by the elect for being loved more widely. Passing from these general considerations, it is true that a selection framed in conformity with them, especially if one of our older poets be concerned, parts with a certain portion of the pleasure which poetry may confer. A writer is most thoroughly to be judged by the whole of what he printed. A selector inevitably holds two despotic opposition over his author. The frankness of speech, which we have abandoned, is an interesting evidence how the tone of manners changes. The poet's own spelling and punctuation bear, or may bear, a gleam of his personality. But such last drops of pleasure are the reward of fully formed taste, and fully formed taste cannot be reached without full

5:29knowledge. This we have noticed most readers cannot bring. Hence, despite all drawbacks, an anthology may have its place. A book which tempts many to read a little, will guide some to that more profound and loving study of which the result is the full accomplishment of the poet's mission. We have probably no poet to whom the reasons here advanced to justify the inbidious task of selection apply more fully and forcibly than to Heric. Highly, as he is to be rated among our lyrists, no one who reads through his 1400 pieces can reasonably doubt that whatever may have been the influences, wholly unknown to us, which determined the contents of his volume, severe taste was not one of them. Pecceau Fortataire, his exquisite directness and simplicity of speech repeatedly takes such form that the book cannot be offered to a very large number of those readers who would most enjoy it. The spelling, as with one's arbitrary

6:34and obsolete. Lastly, the complete reproduction of the original text, with explanatory notes edited by Mr. Grossart, supplies materials equally full and interesting for those who may happily be allured by this little book to master one of our most attractive poets in his integrity. In Heric's single own edition of his parodies and noble numbers, but little arrangement is traceable. Toyota's easy choice sales event is on. Whether you're looking for the performance of a camera, the versatility of Arab 4, the efficiency of a Corolla, or all electric driving in the BZ, there's a Toyota that's just right for you. And with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places. Nor have we more than a few internal signs of date in composition. It would hence be unwise to attempt grouping the poems on a strict

7:40plan, and the divisions under which they are here ranged must be regarded whether there's progressive aspects of a landscape than as territorial demarcations. Pieces bearing on the poet as such are placed first. Then those vaguely definable as of idyllic character, his girls, epigrams, poems on natural objects on character and life. Lastly, a few in his religious vein. For the text, although reference has been made to the original of 1647, 8, Mr. Grossard's excellent reprint has been mainly followed. And to that addition, this book is indebted for many valuable exegetical notes kindly placed at the editor's disposal. But for much fuller elucidation, both the words and illusions, and of the persons mentioned, readers are referred to Mr. Grossard's volumes, which, like the same scholar's Sydney and Dunn, for the first time give Herika place among books not printed only but edited. Robert Herrick's personal fate is in one

8:47point like Shakespeare's. We know or seem to know them both through their works with singular intimacy, but with this our knowledge substantially ends. No private letter of Shakespeare, no record of his conversation, no account of the circumstances in which his writings republished remains. Hardly any statement, how his greatest contemporaries ranked him, a group of Herrick's youthful letters on business has indeed been preserved. Of his life and studies, of his reputation during his own dive, almost nothing. For whatever facts affectionate diligence could now gather, readers are referred to Mr. Grossard's introduction. But if to supplement the picture inevitably imperfect which this gives, we turn to Herrick's own book, we learn little biographically, except the names of a few friends, that his general sympathies were with the royal cause, and that he weiried in Devonshire for London.

9:48So far as is known, he published but this one volume, and that, when not far from his 60th year, some pieces may be traced in earlier collections, some few carry ascertainable dates, the rest lie over a period of nearly 40 years, during a great portion of which we have no distinct account where Herrick lived, or what were his employments. We know that he's shown with Ben Johnson and the wits at the nights and suppers of those gods of our glorious early literature. We may fancy him at Bowmanor or Houghton with his uncle and cousins, keeping a lestisher Christmas in the Manor House, or again in some sweet southern county with Julia and Anthea, Carina, and Dianneem by his side, familiar then by other names now, never to be remembered. Sitting Mary, but with just the sadness of one who hears sweet music, in some meadow among his favorite flowers of springtime, there, or where the rose lingers latest, but the dream, the fancy,

10:54is all the time as spared us. And if it be curious that his contemporary should have left so little record of this delightful poet, and as we should infer from the book, genial hearted man, it is not less so that the single first edition should have satisfied the 17th century. And that before the present, notices of Herod should be of the rarest occurrence. The artists claim to exist is, however, always far less to be looked for in his life than in his art, upon the secret of which the fullest biography can tell us little, as little perhaps as criticism can analyze its charm. But there are a few of our poets who stand less in need than Herod of commentaries of this description, in which too often we find little more than a dull or flored prose version of what the author has given us admirably in verse. Apart from obsolete words or illusions, Herod is the best commentator upon Herod. A few lines only need therefore here be

11:58added, aiming rather to set forth his place in the sequence of English poets, and especially in regard to those near his own time, then to point out in detail, beauties which he unveils in his own way, and so most durably and delightfully. When our muses, silent or sick for a century or more after Chaucer's death, during the years of war and revolution, reappeared, they brought with them foreign modes of art, ancient and contemporary, in the forms of which they began to set to music the new material which the age supplied. At the very outset indeed the moralizing philosophy which has characterized the English from the beginning of our national history appears in the writers of the troubled times lying between the last redinal years of Henry VIII and the first of his great daughter. But with the happier hopes of Elizabeth's succession, poetry was once more distinctly followed, not only as a means of conveying thought, but as a fine art, and hence something constrained

13:01and artificial blends with the freshness of the Elizabethan literature. For its great underlying elements it necessarily reverts to those embodied in our own earlier poets, Chaucer above all, to whom, after barely 150 years, men looked up as a father of song. But in points of style and treatment, the poets of the 16th century lie under a double external influence, that of the poets of Greece and Rome, known either in their own tongues or by translation, and that of the modern literatures which had themselves undergone the same classical impulse. Italy was the source most regarded during the more strictly Elizabethan period, when its lyrical poetry and the dramatic and elastigree are colored much less by pure and severe classicism with its closeness to reality than by the allegorical and elaborate style, fancy and fact curiously blended, which had been generated in Italy under the peculiar and local circumstances of her pilgrimage in literature and

14:06art from the age of Dante onwards. Whilst that influence lasted, such brilliant pictures of actual life, such directness, movement and simplicity in style as Chaucer often shows, were not yet again attainable. And although satire, narrative, the poetry of reflection, were meanwhile not wholly unknown, yet they only appear in force at the close of this period. And then also, the pressure of political and religious strife veiled in poetry during the greater part of Elizabeth's actual reign under the forms of pastoral and allegory, again imperiously breaks in upon the gracious but somewhat slender and artificial fashions of England's hella-con. The Dio Numen, Cedesque Qu tie, which in some degree the Elizabethan poets offer, disappear. Until filling the central years of the 17th century, we reach an age as barren for inspiration of new song as the Wars of the Roses. Although the great survivors from earlier

15:10years masked this sterility, masking also the revolution in poetical manner and matter, which we can see secretly preparing in the later Cavalier poets, but which was not clearly recognized before the time of Dryton's culmination. In the period here briefly sketched, what is Herrick's portion? His verse is eminent for sweet and gracious fluency. This is a real note of the Elizabethan poets. His subjects are frequently pastoral with the classical tinge, more or less slight, infused. His language, though not free from exaggeration, is generally free from intellectual conceits and distortion and is eminent throughout for a youthful naivete. Such also are qualities of the latter 16th century literature. But if these characteristics might lead us to call Herrick the last of the Elizabethans, more and out of due time, the differences between

16:10him and them are not less marked. Herrick's directness of speech is accompanied by an equally clear and simple presentment of his thought. We have perhaps no poet who writes more consistently and earnestly with his eye upon his subject. An allegorical or mystical treatment is alien from him. He handles awkwardly the few traditional fables which he introduces. He is also wholly free from italianizing tendencies. His classicalism even is that of an English student, of a schoolboy indeed, if he be compared with a Johnson or a Milton, Herrick's personal eulogies on his friends and others further, witnessed to the extension of the field of poetry after Elizabeth's age, in which his enthusiastic geniality, his quick and easy transitions of subject have also little precedent. If again we compare Herrick's book with those of his fellow poets for a hundred years before, very few other traces which he gives of imitation or even of study. During the long interval

17:18between Herrick's sentence on his Cambridge and his clerical careers, an interval all but wholly obscure to us, it is natural to suppose that he read that any read his Elizabethan predecessors, yet beyond those general similarities already noticed, the editor can find no positive proof of familiarity. Compare Herrick with Marlow, Green, Breton, Draton or other pretty pastoralists of Elecon, his general and radical unlikeness is what strikes us. Toyota's easy choice sales event is on. Whether you're looking for the performance of a camera, the versatility of her at four, the efficiency of a Corolla, or all electric driving in the BZ, there's a Toyota that's just right for you. And with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places.

18:20While she is even more remote from the passionate intensity of Sydney and Shakespeare, the Italian graces of Spencer, the defensive beauty of Parthenofil, of Diela, of Videsza, of the Hecatompathia and the tears of fancy. Norris Herrick's resemblance dearer to many of the contemporaries who have been often grouped with him. He has little in common with the courtly elegance, the learned polish, which two rarely redeem commonplace and conceits in Kerry, Habington, Loveless, Cooley or Waller. Herrick has his conchetti also, but they are in him generally true place of fancy. He writes throughout far more naturally than these learists, who on the other hand in their unfrequent successes reach a more complete and classical form of expression. Thus, when Kerry speaks of an aged fair one, when beauty youth and all sweet livers, love may return, but lovers never. Cooley of his mistress, love in her sunny eyes does basking play,

19:28love walks the pleasant maces of her hair, or take loveless to look aster. Waller in his gold-lovely rose, we have a finish and condensation which Herrick hardly attains, a literary quality alien from his wood notes wild, which may help us to understand the very small appreciation he met from his age. He had a pretty pastoral gale of fancy, said Phillips, cursorily dismissing Herrick in his theatrum, not suspecting how inevitably artifice and mannerism if fashionable for a while pass into forgetfulness, whilst the simple cry of nature puttake in her permanence. Dunn and Marvell, stronger man, leave also no mark on our poet, the elaborate thought the metrical harshness of the first could find no counterpart in Herrick. Whilst Marvell, beyond him in imaginative power, though twisting it too often into contortion to excess,

20:31appears to have been little known as a lyrist then, as indeed his great merits have never reached anything like due popular recognition. Yet Marvell's natural description is nearer Herrick's infillicity and insight than any of the poets named of all. Nor again, do we trace anything of Herbert or Vaughan in Herrick's noble numbers, which, though unfairly judged of Heldin's sincere, are obviously far distant from the intense conviction, the depth and inner fervor of his high-tone contemporaries. It is among the great dramatists of this age that we find the only English influences palpably operative on this singularly original writer. The greatest and truth is holy absent, and it is remarkable that although Herrick may have joined in the wit-contests and genialities of the literary clubs in London soon after Shakespeare's death, and certainly lived in friendship with some who had known him, yet his name is never mentioned in

21:33the political commemorations of the Asperities. In Herrick, echoes from Fletcher's idyllic pieces in the faithful shepherds are faintly traceable. From his songs, hear what love can do, and the lusty spring more distinctly. But to Ben Johnson, whom Herrick addresses as his patron saint in song and ranks on the highest list of his friends, his obligations are much more perceptible. In fact, Johnson's non-dramatic poetry, The Epigrams and Forest of 1616, The Underwoods of 1641, he died in 1637, supply models, generally admirable in Port of Art, though a very unequal merit in their execution and contents of the principal forms under which we may range Herrick's disparities. The graceful love song, the celebration of feasts and wit, the Enchomia of Friends, The Epigram as then understood, are all here represented. Even Herrick's vein of natural

22:36description is prefigured in the Oads to Pencers and Sir Robert Roth of 1616, and it is in the religious pieces of the noble numbers, for which Johnson afforded the least copious precedence, that as a rule, Herrick is least successful. Even if we had not the verses of his own book, the most note worthy of which are here printed as prephatory, in proof that Herrick was no careless singer but a true artist working with conscious knowledge of his art, we might have inferred the fact from the choice of Johnson as his model. That great poet, his clarinden, justly remarked, had judgment to order and govern fancy rather than excess of fancy, his productions being slow and upon deliberation. No writer could be better fitted for the guidance of one so fancy free his Herrick, to whom the curb, in the old phrase, was more needful than the spur, and whose invention,

23:36more fertile and varied than Johnson's, was ready at once to fill up the modes of form provided. He does this with a lively facility, contrasting much with the evidence of labor in his master's work. Sloaness and deliberation are the last qualities suggested by Herrick. Yet it may be doubted whether the volatile ease, the effortless grace, the wild bird-like fluency, with which he scatters his loose notes in the waste of air, are not in truth the results of exquisite art, working in cooperation with the gifts of nature. The various readings, which are a few remaining manuscripts or printed versions of a supply to Mr. Grosser's introduction, attest the minute and curious care with which Herrick polished and strengthened his own work. His airy facility, his seemingly spontaneous melodies, as with Shelley, his counterpart in pure lyrical art within this century, were earned by conscious labor. Perfect freedom was begotten of perfect art, nor indeed

24:42have excellence and permanence any other parent. With the error that regards Herrick as a careless singer, is closely twined that which ranks him in the school of that master of elegant petinus, who has usurped and abused the name Anacrian, as a mere light-hearted writer of pastures, a gay and frivolous Renaissance amourist. He has indeed those elements, but with them is joined the seriousness of an age which knew that the light-mask of classicalism and bucolic allegory could be worn only as an ornament, and that life held much deeper and further reaching issues than were visible to the narrow horizons within which Horace or Marshall circumscribed the range of their art. Between the most intensely political and so greatest among the French poets of this century and Herrick are many points of lightness. He too, with Alfred de Mousse, might have said,

25:46Le monde s'est fait vu, unimince espérance à travers cellothère. Malgré nous, vers le ciel du Foule de Vélésieux. Indeed, Herrick's deepest debt to ancient literature lies not in the models which he directly imitated, nor in the anachreantic tone which, with singular felicity, he has often taken. These are common too many writers with him, nor will he who cannot learn more from the great ancient world ever rank among poets of high order or enter the innermost sanctuary of art. But the power to describe men and things as the poets sees them with simple sincerity, insight, and grace, to paint scenes and imaginations as perfect organic holes, carrying with it the gift to clothe each picture as if by unurring instinct in fit, metrical form, giving to each its own music, beginning without affectation and rounding off without effort, the power in a word to leave simplicity, sanity, and beauty as the last impressions

26:52lingering on our minds. These gifts are at once the true bequest of classicalism, and the reason why, until modern effort equals them, the study of that Hellenic and Latin poetry in which these gifts are eminent above all other literatures yet created must be essential. And it is success in precisely these exilences which is here claimed for Herrick. He is classical in the great and eternal sense of the phrase, and much more so probably than he was himself aware of. No poet in fact is so far from dwelling in a past or foreign world. It is the England, if not of 1648, at least of his youth, in which he lives and moves and loves. His bucolics show no trace of Sicily, his anthea and Julia where no buckles of the purest gold nor have anything about them foreign to middle sex or devon. Herrick's imagination has no far horizons, like burns and crab, fifty years since,

27:55or barns, that exquisite and neglected pastoralist of fair dorset, perfect within his narrow or range as Herrick. Today it is his own native land only which he sees in paints. Even the fairy world in which, at whatever inevitable interval, he is second to Shakespeare, is pure English, or rather his elves live in an elven county of their own and are all but severed from humanity. Within that greater circle of Shakespeare where Oberon and Ariel and their fellows move, Aiding or injuring mankind, and reflecting human life in a kind of unconscious parody, Herrick cannot walk. And it may have been due to his good sense and true feeling for art, that here where resemblance might have seemed probable, he borrows nothing from mid-summer night's dream or tempest. If we are moved by the wider range of byrons or Shelley sympathies, there is a charm also in this sweet insularity of Herrick. NARRENESS, perhaps, yet carrying with it

29:01a healthful reality absent from the vapid and artificial cosmopolitanism that did such wrong and girtous genius. If he has not the exotic blooms and strange odors which poets who derive from literature show in their conservatories, Herrick has the fresh breeze and time-bed fragrance of open moreland, the grace and greenery of English meadows, with Homer and Dante too, he shares the strength and inspiration which come from touch of a man's native soil. What has been here sketched is not planned so much as a criticism inform on Herrick's poetry, as an attempt to seize his relations to his predecessors in contemporaries. If we now tentatively inquire what place may be assigned to him in our literature at large, Herrick has no single lyric to show equal in pomp of music, brilliancy, addiction, or elevation of sentiment to some which

30:04Spencer before, Milton in his own time, Dryden and Gray, Wordsworth and Shelley, since have given us. Nor has he, as already noticed, the peculiar finish and reserve, if the phrase may be allowed, traceable though rarely in Ben Johnson and others of the 17th century. It does not want passion, yet his passion wants concentration. It is too ready also to dwell on externals. Imagination with him generally appears clothed in forms of fancy. Among his contemporaries, the take crash-os wishes, Sir J. Beaumont's elegy on his child, Jervais, take Bishop King's surrender. My once dear long, hapless that I know more must call thee so. The rich affection store that fed our hopes lies now exhaust and spent, like sums of treasure and a bankrupt's length. We either did nothing study

31:04but the way to love each other, with which thoughts the day rose with delight to us and with them set, must learn the hateful art how to forget. Fold back our arms, take home our fruitless loves, that must new fortunes try, like turtle-dubs dislodged from their haunts. We must in tears unwind below, knit up in many years. In this one kiss, I hear surrender the back to thyself, so thou again ought free. Take eight lines by some old unknown northern singer. When I think on the happy days I spend with you, Mediri, and now what lands between us lie, how can I be but eerie? How slow you move, you heavy hordes, as you were way and weary. It wasness, say, eaglinged by when I was we, Mediri. Oh, there is an intensity here, a note of passion beyond the deepest of herix.

32:10This tone, whether from temperament or circumstance or scheme of art, is wanting to the asperities and noble numbers. Nor does herix liars, sweet and varied as it is, own that purple cord, that more in woven harmony possessed by poets of greater depth and splendor, by Shakespeare and Milton often, by Spencer more rarely. But if we put aside these greater gods of song with Sydney, in the editor's judgment, Herix Mastery, to use a brief expression, both over nature and over art, clearly assigns to him the first place as lyrical poet, in the strict and pure sense of the phrase among all who flourished during the interval between Henry V and a hundred years since. Single pieces of equal, a few of higher quality we have indeed meanwhile received, not only from the master singers who did not confine themselves to the lyric, but from many poets,

33:14some the unknown contributors to our early anthologies, then Johnson, Marvell, Waller, Collins, and others, with whom we reached the beginning of the wider sweep which lyrical poetry has since taken. Toyota's easy choice sales event is on. Whether you're looking for the performance of the camera, the versatility of her at four, the efficiency of a corolla, or all electric driving in the BZ, there's a Toyota that's just right for you. And with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places. Yet, looking at the whole work, not at the selected jewels of this great and noble multitude, Herrick, as lyrical poet, strictly offers us by far the most homogenous, attractive, and varied treasury. No one else among lyrists within the period defined has such

34:17unfailing freshness, so much variety within the sphere prescribed to himself, such closeness to nature, whether in description or in feeling, such easy fitness in language, melody so unforced and delightful. His dull pages are much less frequent. He has more lines in his own phrase, born of the royal blood, the inflator role in Onakai-Kouwerba, rare with him, although superficially manoured, nature is so much nearer to him that far fewer of his pieces have lost vitality and interest, though adherence to forms of feeling or fashions of thought now obsolete. A Roman contemporary is described by the younger Pliny in words very appropriate to Herrick, who, in fact, if Greek in respect of his method and style, in the contents of his poetry displays the frankness of nature and vivid sense of life, which criticism assigns as marks of the great Roman poets.

35:18Vocket verses, Kuales Kutulus Al-Kalbus, quantum elis leperis, dulcadinis, amaretudini samores. In Seretsane, Ser Daraopera, Mulebus, Lenipusque, pureus Kulus Kostum, at Ho, Kuales Kutulus Al-Kalbus. Many pieces have been here refused admittance, whether from coarseness of phrase or inferior value. Yet these are rarely defective in the lyrical art, which, throughout the writer's work is so simple and easy, is almost to escape notice, who is very excellent. In one word, Herrick, in a rare and special sense, is unique. To these qualities we may perhaps describe the singular neglect, which so far as we may infer, he met with in his own age, and certainly in the century following. For the men of the restoration period he was too natural, too purely poetical. He had not the learned polish, that political illusion, that tone of the city, that didactic turn, which were then

36:21and onwards, demanded from poetry. In the next age, no tradition consecrated his name, whilst writers of a hundred years before were then too remote for familiarity, and not remote enough for reverence. Moving on to our own time, when some justice as it length been conceded to him, Herrick has to meet the great rivalry of the poets who, from Burns and Cooper, to Tennyson, have widened and deepened the lyrical sphere. Making it at once, on the one hand, more intensely personal, on the other more free and picturesque in the range of problems dealt with, whilst at the same time new and richer lyrical forms, harmonies more intricate and sevenfold, have been created by them, as in Hellus during her golden age of song, to embody ideas and emotions unknown or unexpressed under tutors and stewards. To this latter superiority, Herrick would doubt us abound, as he bowed before Ben Johnson's genius. Rural ditties and ocean flute cannot bear the

37:24competition of the full modern orchestra. Yet this author need not fear, that exquisite and lofty pleasure which it is the first and the last aim of all true art to give must, by its own nature, be lasting also. As the eyesight fluctuates and gives the advantage to different colors in turn, so to the varying moods of the mind, the same beauty does not always seem equally beautiful. Thus from the purple light of our later poetry there are hours in which we may look to the daffodil and rose tints of Herrick's old Arcadia for refreshment and delight. And the pleasure which he gives is as eminently wholesome as pleasurable, like the holy river of Virgil to the souls who drink of him, Herrick offers sucuroslaticase. He is conspicuously free from many of the melodies incident to his art. There is no overstrain, no spasmotic cry, no wire drawn analysis or sensational rhetoric,

38:27no music without sense, no mere second hand literary inspiration, no matter dark heism, above all no sickly sweetness, no subtle unhealthy affictation. Throughout his work whether when it is strong or in the less worthy portions, sanity, sincerity, simplicity, lucidity are everywhere the characteristics of Herrick. In these, not in his petty pagan masquerade, he shows the note the only genuine note of Hellenic descent. Hence, through whatever changes and fashions poetry may pass, her true lovers he is likely to please now and please for long. His verse in the words of a poet greater than himself is of that quality which adds sunlight to daylight, which is able to make the happy happier. He will it may be hoped carry to the many England's across the seas east and west pictures of English life exquisite in truth and grace, to the more fortunate inhabitants,

39:33as they must perforce hold themselves of the old country, her image as she was two centuries since we'll live in the golden apples of the west, offered to us by this sweet singer of Devonshire. We have greater poets, not a few. None more faithful to nature as he saw her, none more perfect in his art, none more companionable. FTP, December 1876. End of section 1 Section 2 of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick. This liver box recording is in the public domain, read by Thomas Copeland, Prefatory. The argument of his book, I sing of Brooks, of blossoms, birds and boughs, of April, May, of June and July flowers, I sing of May poles,

40:33hot carts, wasles, wakes, of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes. I write of you of love, and have excess by these to sing of cleanly wanderers, I sing of dues of rains and peace by peace of balm of oil of spice and ambergris, I sing of times transhifting, and I write how roses first came red and lilies white, I write of grows, of twilight's, and I sing the court of ma'er, but of the fairy king, I write of hell, I sing and ever shall of heaven, and hope to have it after all. 2. To his muse, who were their mad-mating with the Rome, far safer to her to stay at home, where Thames sit and piping, please the poor and private cottages, since coats and hamlets best to agree with this thine meaner, minstrosy. There, with the read, Thames expressed the shepherd's

41:35fleecy happiness, and with thy egg-clogs intermix, some smooth and harmless bucallings. There, on a hillock, Thames sing unto a handsome shepherdling, or to a girl that keeps the need, with breath more sweet than violet. There, there, perhaps such lines as these, may take the simple villages, but for the court, the country which is despicable unto it. Stay then at home, do not go or fly abroad to seek for woe, contempts in courts and cities dwell, no critic haunts the poor man's cell, where Thames tear thine own lines read by no one tongue their censured. Where Thames tear thine own lines read by no one's tongue their censured it, that man's unwise will search for ill and may prevent it sitting still. Three, when he would have his verses read, in sober mornings do not thou rehearse the holy

42:37incantation of a verse, but when that men have both well drunk and fed, let my enchantments then be song-or-read. When laurels spurts of the fire and when the hearth smiles to itself and gills the room with mirth, when up the thirces raised and when the sound sacred orges flies around, when the rose rains and locks with ointment shine, let rigid cato read these lines of mine. Four, to his book, make haste away and let one be a friendly patron under thee, lest wrapped from hence I see thee lie torn for the use of pastry, or see thy injured leaves serve well to make loose gowns for mackerel, or see the grocers in a trice-make hoods of thee to serve out spice. Five, to his book, take my advice and go not near those faces sour as vinegar.

43:40For these manned noble numbers can nare please the super-silious man? Six, to his book, be bold my book, nor be a bash to fear the cutting thumbnail or the brow severe, but by the muses swear all here is good, if part well read or irred understood. Toyota's easy choice sales event is on. Whether you're looking for the performance of the camera, the versatility of her at four, the efficiency of a Corolla or all electric driving in the BZ, there's a Toyota that's just right for you and with great deals across the lineup now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event and soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places. Seven, to Mistress Catherine Bradshaw, the lovely, that crowned him with laurel. My muse in Mead's has spent her many hours sitting and

44:47sorting several sorts of flowers to make for others, Garlands, and to set on many ahead here, many a Coronet, but amongst all in circle here not one gave her a day of coronation. Till you, sweet Mistress, came and interwoven a laurel for her ever young as love. You first of all crown her. She must of due render for that a crown of life to you. Eight, to his verses. What will ye my preorphins do when I must leave the world and you? Who'll give you then a sheltering shed or credit you when I am dead? Who'll let ye by their fire sit, although ye have a stock of wit already corn to pay for it? I cannot tell. Unless there be some race of old humanity left at the large heart and long hand alive as noble Westpodend or Gallant Newark, which brave to may fostering fathers be to you.

45:51If not expect to be no less ye'll use than babes left botherless. Nine, not every day fit for verse. It is not every day that I fit at him to prophesy. No, but when the spirit fills the fantastic panicles full of fire, then I write as the Godhead doth indict. Thus enraged my lines are hurled like the sibbles through the world. Look how next the holy fire there slakes or doth retire. So the fancy cools, till when that brave spirit comes again. Ten. Ten is prayer to Ben Johnson. When I aversial make, no, I pray to the old religion sakes, St. Ben, to aid me. Make the way smooth for me when I die harrick honoring the on my knee offer my lyric. Candles I'll give to thee and the new altar, and thou st. Ben shall be grit in my

46:55salter. Eleven is request to Julia. Julia, if I chance to die, ere I print my poetry, I most humbly desire to commit it to the fire, better to her my book would dead than to live not perfected. Twelve to his book. Go thouforth my book, though late yet be timely fortunate, it may chance good luck may send thee a kinsman or friend that may hop with thee when I, with my fates, neglected lie. If thou noest not wedded well, see the fires by, farewell. Perteen his poetry, his pillar, only a little more I have to write, then I'll give ore and bid the word good night. Tis but a flying minute that I must stay, or linger in it, and then I must away.

47:58O time that cuts down all and scarce leaves to hear memorial any men that were, how many life of God in vaults beneath, and peace me'll rot without a fame in death. Behold this living stone I rear for me, near to be thrown down envious time by thee, pillars let some set up of so they please. Here is my hope at my parameters. Fourteen to his book. If happy must that I must see the lie of circus like all torn confusedly, with solemn tears and with much grief of heart I'll recollect thee, weeping part by part, and having washed thee, closed thee in a chest with spice, that done I'll leave thee to thy rest. Fifteen upon himself, thou shalt not all die, for while loves fire shines upon his alter

49:03mention read thy lines, and learn musician shall to honor Herix fame and his name both set and sing his lyrics. To his books end this last lie need have placed, jokened his muse was, but his life was chased. A dillica, sixteen, the country life, to the honored Mr. Indimian porter, groom of the bed chamber to his majesty. Sweet country life, to such unknown whose lives are others, not their own, but serving courts and cities be less happy, less enjoying thee. Thou never plowst the oceans foamed a seat and bring rough pepper home, nor to the eastern iron to dust road to bring from thence the scorched clove, nor with the loss of thy loved rest brings home the ingot from the west. No, thy ambitions masterpiece flies no thought higher than a fleece, or how to pay thy

50:07minds and clear all scores and so to end the year. Toiota's easy choice sales event is on, whether you're looking for the performance of a camera, the versatility of her at four, the efficiency of a corolla, or all electric driving in the BZ. There's a Toyota that's just right for you, and with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toiota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy. Toiota, let's go places. But walks about thy known deer, browns, not envying others larger grounds, for well thou'n most, tis not the extent of land makes life but sweet content. When now the cock, the plow once horn, calls forth the litty-ristered morn, then to thy cornfields thou just go, which the well-soiled, yet thou just know that the best compost for the lands is the wise master's feet and hands. There at the plow thou findst thy team, with a hind whistling there

51:12to them, and cheers them up by singing how the kingdom's portion is the plow. This done, then to the nameled meads thou ghost, and as thy foot ther threads thou ceased a present godlike power imprinted in each herb and flower, and smells the breath the great-eyed kind sweet as the blossoms of the vine. Here thou beholds thy large sleek neat unto the dew-lapse up in meat. And as thou lookst, the wanton steer the heifer, cow, and ox drawn near to make a pleasing pastime there. These seen thou ghost to view thy flocks of sheep, safe from the wolf and fox, and findst ther vellies there as full of short sweet grass as backs with wool, and leaves them as they feed and fill a shepherd, piping on a hill. For sports, for pageantry and plays, thou hast thy eaves and holidays, on which the young men and maids meet to exercise their dancing

52:13feet, tripping the comely country round with daffodils and daisies crowned. Thy wigs, thy quintals hear, thy hast thy maipoles too, with garlands graced, thy morostance thy wit'senale, thy shearing feast which never fail, thy harvest home thy wasle bowl that's tossed up after fox of the whole, thy mummeries thy twelfth-eyed kings and queens thy Christmas revelings thy nut-brown mirth thy russet wit, and no man pays to dear for it. To these thou hast thy times to go and trace the hair the treacherous snow thy witty wiles to draw and get the lark into the tramolnet, thou hast thy cockrood and thy glade to take the precious speasant maid, thy lime dweeks, heirs and pitfalls then to catch the pilfering birds, not men. Oh, happy life, if that their good the husbandman but understood, who all the day themselves do please and younglings with such sports as these,

53:15and lying down have not to fright sweet sleep that makes more short the night, cut her a daysewn to fill us to love and live with him. Live, live with me and thou shalt see the pleasures I'll prepare for thee, what sweetest the country can afford shall bless thy bed and blessed thy bode. The sweet soft moss shall be thy bed with crawling woodbine over spread by which the silver shedding stream shall gently melt thee into dreams. Thy clothing next shall be a gown made of the fleece's purest down. The tongues of kids shall be thy meat, their milk thy drink, and thou shalt eat the paste of filberts for thy bread with cream of cox lips butter it. Thy feasting table shall be hills with daisy spread and daffodils, where thou shalt sit and red-burst by for me shall give the melody. I'll give thee chains and carcass of primrosis and violets, a bag and bottle thou shalt have that

54:20richly wrought and this as brave, so that as either shall express the wearers no mean shepherdess. At shearing times and yearly wakes when themalus's pastime makes, their thou shalt be and be the wit, nay more the feast and grace of it. On holy days when virgins meet to dance the haze with nimble feet, thou shalt come forth and then appear the queen of roses for that year, and having danced above all the best, carry the gallen from the rest. In wicker baskets made shall bring to the my dearest shepherdling the blushing apple, bashful pear and shame-faced plum, all simpering there. Walk in the groves and thou shalt find the name of filus in the rind of every straight and smooth skin tree, where kissing that I'll twice kiss thee. To thee a sheep hook I will send, be pranked with ribbons to this end. This, this alluring hook might be less for to catch the sheep

55:22than me. Thou shalt have possets, wasels fine, not made of ale but spiced wine, to make thy maids and sell free mirth, all sitting near the glittering hearth. Thou shalt have ribbons, roses, rings, loves, God, her stockings, shoes and strings of winning colors, Thou shalt move others to lust, but me to love. These nay and more than own shall be, if thou would love and live with me. 18. The wasel. Give way, give way, you gates, and win an easy blessing to your bin and basket by our entering in. May both with mancharts stand replete, your laughters too so hung with me, that, though a thousand thousand eat, yet air-twelve moons so whirl about their silver spheres, there's none made out but more sent in than was served out. Next, may your dairies prosper so, as that your pans no eb may know, but if they do, the morta flow, like to a solemn sober stream,

56:28banked all with lilies, and the cream of sweetest cooslips filling them. Then may your plants be pressed with fruit, nor be, nor hive you have, be mute, but sweetly sounding like a lute. Last, may your harrows, shares and plows, your stacks, your stocks, your sweetest mows, all prosper by your virgin vows. Alas, we bless, but see none here that brings us either ale or beer, in a dry house all things are near. Let's leave a longer time to wait where rust and cobwebs bind the gate and all live here with needy-fate, where chimneys do forever weep for want of warmth, and stomachs keep with noise the servant's eyes from sleep. It is in vain to sing or stay our free feet here, but we'll away. Yet, to the laurice this will say, the time will come when you'll be sad, and reckon this for fortune-bad to have lost the good you might have had.

57:3219. The fairies. If you will with mavfine grace set each platter in its place, rake the fire up and get water in air-sun-bissette. Wash your pales and cleanse your dairies, slot so lothsome to the fairies, sweep your house. Who does not so, mav will pinch her by the toe. 20. Ceremony upon candle-mas Eve. Down with the rosemary and so down with the bays and mistletoe, down with the holly ivy, all wherewith you dressed the Christmas hall, that so the superstitious find no one least branch there left behind. For look, how many leaves there be neglected there, maids, trust to me, so many goblins you shall see. 21. Ceremony for candle-mas Eve. Down with the rosemary and bays, down with the mistletoe, instead of holly, now appraise the greener box for show. The holly hither-tuded sway,

58:37let box now dominear until the dancing Easter day or Easter's eve appear. Then youthful box which now had graced their houses to renew, grown old, surrender must his place unto the crispad you. When you, Wazal, then Birch, comes in, and many flowers beside, both of a fresh and fragrant kin to honor Witzentide. Green rushes then and sweetest bents, with cooler open bows, come in for comely ornaments to re-adorn the house. Thus times to shift, each thing his turn to hold, new things succeed, as former things grow old. 22. The ceremonies for candle-mas day. Kindle the Christmas brand, and then till sunset let it burn, which quenched then lay it up again, till Christmas next return. Part must be kept, wherewith the teen to the Christmas log next year. And where it is safely kept, the fiend can do no mischief there.

59:4223. Farewell Frost, or welcome spring. Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear reclobed in fresh and verdant diabre. Thalter the snows, and now the lusty spring gives to each meet a neat enameling. The palms put forth their gems, and every tree now swagger's in her leafy gallantry. The wilde-dowly and minstrel sweetly sings with warbling notes her tyrannes sufferings. What gentle winds perspire. As if here never had been the northern plunderer to strip the trees and fields, to their distress, leaving them to a pitted nakedness. And look how an affrantic storm to tear a stubborn oak or home, long growing there, but lulled to calmness then succeeds a breeze that scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees. So when this war, which tempest-like does spoil our salt, our corn, our honey, wine, and oil, falls to a temper, and doth mildly cast his inconsiderate

1:00:49frenzy off at last, the gentle dove-may when these term-oil cease, bring in her bill once more the branch of peace. Twenty-four, to the maids, to walk abroad. Come, sit we under yonder tree, where a merry as the maids will be, and as on trim-ozes we sit, we'll venture if we can at wit. If not, that draw-glows we will play, so spend some minutes of the day, or else spin out the thread of sands playing at questions and commands, or tell what strange tricks love can do by quickly making one of two. Thus we will sit and talk, but tell no cruel truths of filo-mail or filus whom hard fate forced on to kill herself for demophone, but fabled who relate how jove put on all shapes to get a love, as now a sater, then a swan, a bull, but then, and now a man. Next we will act how young

1:01:52men woo and sigh and kiss as lovers do, and talk of bribes, and who shall make that wedding smock, this bridal cake, that dress, this sprig, that leaf, this vine, that smooth and silk and column-by. This done? We'll draw lots who shall buy and gild the base and rosemary. What poses for our wedding rings, what glows will give and ribbons, and smiling at ourselves decree who then the joining priests shall be. What short, sweet prayer shall be said, and how the posse shall be made with cream of lilies not of guine, and maiden's blush for spice at wine, thus having talked, we'll next commend a kiss to each, and so we'll end. 25. Couriness going a man. Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn upon her wings presents the god-unshorn, see how Aurora throws her fair, fresh quilted colors through the air.

1:02:55Get up, sweet slugger-bed, and see the dew-beast-bangling urban tree. Each flower is wept and bowed toward the east above an hour since, yet you not dressed, nay, not so much as out of bed, when all the birds have matten said and sung their thankful hymns, to sin, nay, profanation to keep in, when as a thousand virgins on this day spring sooner than the lark, to fetch in, may. Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen to come forth like the springtime, fresh and green, and sweet as flora. Take no care for jewels for your gown or hair, fear not the leaves will strew gems in abundance upon you. Besides the childhood of the day is kept against you come some orient pearls unwept. Come and receive them, while the light hangs on the do-locks of the night, and tighten on the eastern hill retires himself, or else stands still till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying, few beads are best

1:04:03when once we go a may. Come, Micahrena, come, and coming, mark how each field turns a street, each street, a park made green and trimmed with trees. See how devotion gives each house a bow branch, each porch, each door air this an ark, a tabernacle is made up of white thorn, neatly interwoven. As if here were those cooler shades of love, can such delights be in the street and open fields, and we not seat? Come, will abroad, and let's obey the proclamation made for may, and sin no more as we have done by staying, but Micahrena, come, let's go a may. There's not a budding boy or girl this day but is got up and gone to bring in may. A deal of youth there this has come back, and with white thorn laid an home. Some have dispatched the cakes and cream before that we have left a dream,

1:05:03and some have wept and wooed and plighted troeth and chose their priest air we can cast off sloth. Many a green gown has been given, many a kiss both ought and even, many a glance too has been sent from out the eye, loves for moment. Many a just told of the keys betraying this night and locks picked, yet we're not a may. Come, let us go while we are in our prime, and take the harmless folly of the time. We shall go to pace and die before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run as fast away as does the sun, and as a vapor or a drop of rain once lost can never be found again. So when or you or I are made a fable song or fleeting shade, all love, all liking, all delight lies drowned with us in endless night.

1:06:06Then while time serves, and we are but decay, come, my carina, come, let's go and me. 26. The maple. The maple is up. Now give me the cup. I'll drink to the gardens around it, but first, under those whose hands did compose the glory of flowers that crowned it. A health to my girls whose husbands may also lords be granting my wishes, and when that you went to the bridal bed, then multiply all like two fishes. 27. The wake. Come, man, be a let us to go to feast as others do. Tarts and custard screams and cakes, or the junkets still at wakes, under which the tribes resort, where the business is the sport. Morist dancers thou shall see, marry in two in pageantry, and a mimic to devise many grinning properties. Players there will be, and those base in action,

1:07:09as in clothes, yet with starting they will please the incurious villages. Near the dying of the day there will be a cudgel play where our cockscomb will be broke, air a good word can be spoke, but the anger ends all here, drenched in ale or drowned in beer, happy rustics, best content with the cheapest mariment, and possess no other fear than to want the wake next year. 28. The hot cart, or harvest home, to the right honorable mild may, Earl West Morgant. Come, sons of summer, by whose toil we are the lords of wine and oil, by whose tough labors and rough hands we rip up first, then reap our lands. Crowned with the ears of corn, now come unto the pipe sing harvest home. Come forth, my lord, and see the cart dressed up with all the country art. See, here a malkin, there a sheet, a spotless pure as it is sweet.

1:08:16The horses, mayers, and frisking fillies, clad all in linen white as lilies. The harvest swams and wrenches bound for joy to see the hot cart crown. About the cart here, how the route of rural younglings raised the shout, pressing before some coming after, those with the shout and these with laughter. Some bless the cart, some kiss the sheaves, some prank them up with oak and leaves, some cross the fill horse, some with great devotion stroke the home-born wheat, while other rustics less attend to prayers than to mariment run after with their bridges rent. Well, on brave boys, to your lord's earth glittering with fire, wherefore your mirth, you shall see first the large and chief foundation of your feast, fat beef, with upper stories, mutton, veal, and bacon, which makes full the meal, with several dishes, standing by as here a custard, there a pie, and here all tempting fruventy.

1:09:19And for to make the merry cheer, if smirking wine, be wanting here, there's that which drowns all care, stout beer, which freely drink to your lord's health, then to the plow, the commonwealth, next to your flails, your veins, your vats, then to the maids with wheat and hats, to the rough sickle and cropped sithe, drink fro leg boys till all be blind, feed and grow fat, and as ye eat, be mindful that the laboring neat as ye may have their fill of meat, and no besides, you must revoke the patient ox unto the yoke, and all go back unto the plow and harrow, though they're hanged up now, and ye must know your lord's words true, feed him ye must, whose food fills ye, and that this pleasure is like rain, not sent ye for to drown your pain, but for to make it spring again.

1:10:1929. The bridecake. This Stamma judil thou must make for Mistress bride the wedding cake, need but the dough and it will be to paste of almonds turned by thee, or kiss it thou but once or twice, and for the bridecake thou be spice. 30. The old wife's prayer. Holy rude come forth and shield us its city at the field, safely guard us now and ae from the blasht that burns by day, and those sounds that us a fright in the dead of dampish night drive all hurtful fiends us fro by the time the cocks first grow. 31. The Bellman. From noise of scarefires rest ye free from murders beddedichity, from almost chances that may fright your pleasing slumbers in the night mercy secure ye all, and keep the goblin from me while ye sleep. Past one o'clock and almost two my masters all good day to you.

1:11:3033. To the genius of his house. Command the roof great genius, and from thence into this house pour down thy influence, that through each room a golden pipe may run of living water by thy benison. Forfeel the larders and with strengthening bread be evermore these bins replenish it. Next, like a bishop, consecrate my ground, that lucky fairies hear may dance the round, and after that lay down some silver pence the master's charge and care to recompense. Charm then the chambers, make the beds for ease more than for peefish pining sicknesses, fix the foundation past, and let the roof grow old with time, but yet keep weatherproof. 33. His grave your private wealth. Though clock to tell how night draws hence I've none,

1:12:31a cock I have to sing how day draws on. I have a maid, my prue, but good luck sent to save that little fates we gave all ent, a hen I keep which creaking day by day tells when she goes her long quite egg to lay. A goose I have which, with a jealous ear let's loose her tongue to tell what dangers near. A lamb I keep tame with my morsels fed whose dam and orphan left him lately dead. A cat I keep that plays about my house grown fat with eating many a mitching mouse. Do these a tracy I do keep whereby I have pleased the more my rural privacy, which are but toys to give my heart some ease, where care none is. Slight things do likely please. 34. A pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles presented to the king and set by Mr. Nick Lanyer,

1:13:31the speakers, Mirtillo, Amintus and Amarillus. Good day, Mirtillo, and you no less, and all fair signs lead on our shepherds, with all white luck to you. But say, what new stirs in our sheepwalk? None saved that my use, my weather, lambs and wanton kids are well, smooth fair and fat, none better I can tell. All that this day monocles keeps a feast for his sheepshurers. True, these are the least, but dear Amintus and sweet Amarillus rest but a while here by this bank of lilies and lend a gentle ear to one report the country has. From whence, from whence, the court, three days before the shutting in of May, with whitelist wool be ever crowned that day to all our joy a sweet faced child was born, more tender than the childhood of the morn. Pan by to him and bleeds of lambs and sheep let lullaby the pretty prince asleep.

1:14:36And that his birth should be more singular, at noon of day was seen a silver star bright as the wise men's torch which guided them to God sweet babe when born at Bethlehem. While golden angels some have told to me, sung out his birth with heavenly minstrosy. Oh rare, but is to trespass if we three should win the long is baby ship to sea? Not so, not so. But if it chance to prove at most a fault, it's but a fault of love. But dear Metello, I have heard it told these learned men brought incense, morn gold from countries far with store of spices sweet and laid them down for offerings at his feet. Just true indeed, and each of us will bring unto our smoothing and our blooming king a neat, though not so great in offering. A garland for my gift shall be a flowers near sucked by thieving bee at almost sweet yet all less sweet than he. And I will bear along with

1:15:44you leaves dropping down the honey to dew with oat and pipes as sweet as new. And I, a sheep hook will bestow to have his little kingship know as he is prince, he's shepherd too. Come let's away and quickly let's be dressed and quickly give the sweetest grace his best. And when before him we have laid out treasures we'll bless the babe then back to country pleasures. 35. A dialogue be tricks himself and Mistress Elizo Quiler under the name of Amarillas. My dearest love, since thou wilt go and lead me here behind thee, for love or pity, let me know the place where I may find thee. In country meadows purled with dew and set about with Elizo's, there filling morns with cow slips you may find your Amarillas. What have the mead to do with thee or with thy youth for hours, live thou at court where thou misbe the queen of men not

1:16:49flowers, that country wentches make him fine with posies since his fitter for thee with riches gems to shine and like the stars to glitter. He who set to high a rate upon a shepherd is so homely, believe it, dearest, there's not one in the court that's half so comely. I pretty stay. I must away. Let's kiss first, then we'll sever. And though we bid adieu today, we shall not bar forever. End of section two. Section three of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick. This duverebox recording is in the public domain, read by Thomas Copeland. 36. A bucolic betricks two, lacan and thurses. For kiss or two confess what to cause the spensiveness thummost lovely need, Herodress?

1:17:52Why so lonely on the hill? Why thy pipe be thee so still, that air while was heard so shrill? Tell me, do thy kind now fail to fulfill the milking-pale? Say, what is that thou dost ale? None of these but thou don't last a mischance has come to pass, and I'll tell thee what it was. See, my eyes are weeping right. Tell, and I lay down my pipe. I have lost my lovely steer, that to me was far more dear than these kind, which I milk here, broad of forehead, large of eye, party-colored like a pie, smooth in each limb as a dye, clear of hoof and clear of horn, sharply pointed as a thorn with a neck by yoke on horn, from the witch hung down by strings balls of cow slips, daisy rings, interplaced with ribbons, faultless every way for shape, not a straw could he m' escape, ever games him as an ape but yet

1:18:53harmless as a sheep. Pardon, lacan, if I weep, tears will spring where woes are deep. Now I me, I me last night came a mad dog, and did bite I and killed my dear delight. A lack for grief, but I'll be brief, hence I must, for time that call me and my sad playmates all to his evening funeral, live long lacan, so would you. mournful maid, farewell to you, earth the four-gift flowers to strue. 37. A pastoral sung to the king, Montano, Silvio, Admitillo, Sheppards. Bad of the times, and worse than they are we. Truth bad of both, worse fruit and ill the tree. The feast of Sheppards fail. None crowns the cup of wasle now, or sets the quinto up,

1:19:54and he who used to lead the country round, youthful Mirtillo, here he comes, grief drowned. Let's cheer him up, behold him weeping right. Oh, Amarillas, farewell, mirth and pipe, since thou are gone, no more am in to play to these smooth lawns my mirth for round delay. Dear Amarillas, heart, mark, this earth grew sweet where Amarillas doubted, set thy feet poor pity youth. And here the breath of kine and sheep grew more sweet by that breath of dine, this dog of wool and this rich log of hair, this ball of cow slips, these she gave me here. Words sweet as love itself, harp. This way she came, and this way too she went, how each thing smells divinely redidant, like to a field of beans when you'd be blown,

1:20:57or like a meadow being lately moan. Oh, sweet sad passion, and duey mornings when she came this way sweet bence would bow to give my love the day, and when at night she folded at her sheep, daisies would shut, and closing, sigh, and we, besides, I me, since she went hence to dwell, the voices daughter nairspake syllable, but she is gone. Mirtillo, tell us with her, where she and I shall never meet together. Poor fended pan, and betis do thou pleased to give an end to what, such griefs as these. Never, oh never, still I may endure the wound I suffer, never find a cure. Love for thy sake will bring her to these hills and dales again. No, I will languish still, and all the while my parts shall be to weak, and with my

1:21:57size call whom my bleeding sheep, and in the rind of every comely tree I'll carve thy name, and in that name kiss thee. Set with the sun thy woes, the day grows old, and time it is our full fed flocks to fold. The shades grew grey, but greater grows on us sorrow, but let's go see far as in sleep, and meet to weep tomorrow. 38. To the willow tree. Now are to all lost love the best, the only true plant found, where with young men and maids distressed and left of love are crowned. When once the lovers rose is dead, or laid aside for lawn, then willow garlands about the head bid youed with tears of worn, when with neglect the lovers' bane, who were maids rewarded be, for their love lost,

1:23:00their only gain is but a wreath from thee. And underneath thy cooling shade, when weary of the light, the love spent youth and love sick made come to weep out the night. 39. The fairy temple, or Oberon's chapel, dedicated to Mr. John Marifield, Councillor Red Law. Rare temples, though as seen I know, and rich for in and outward show, so may this chapel build alone with all the lie, a wood or stone. Then say if one thus seen more fine than this, the fairies once, now thine. The temple. Away and chased with glass and beads there is that to the chapel leads, whose structure for his holy rest is here the housey ones curious nest, into the which who looks shall see his temple of idolatry, where he of Godhead says such

1:24:04store as Rome's pantheon had not more. His house of Rhymen, this he calls, got with small bones instead of walls. First in anish, more black than jet, his idol cricket there is set. Then in a polished oval by there stands his idol beetle fly. Next in an arch akin to this, his idol canker seated is, then in a round displaced by these his golden god cantarides. So that, or air you look, he see no capital, no cornice free, or freeze from this fine fripery. Now this, the fairies would have known, theirs is a mixed ridgion, and some have heard the elves at call part pagan part episticle. If under me all tongues were granted, I could not speak the saints here painted, Saint Tit, Saint Knitt, Saint Is, Saint Itis, who against Mabstate place it here right is. Saint Will of the Wisps, of no great bigness, but alias,

1:25:04called here, vatuous eagnes, Saint Fripp, Saint Trip, Saint Phil, Saint Philly, neither those others, Saint Ships will ago about photograph recite their number almost infinite, which one by one here sat down are in this most curious calendar. First at the entrance of the gate, a little puppet priest doth wait, who squeaks to all the comers there, favour your tongues who enter here, pure hands bring hither without stain, a second pules, hence, hence profane, hard by the shell of half and nut, the holy water there is put, a little brush of squirrels hairs composed of odd, not even pairs, stands in the platter or close by to purge the fairy family. Near to the altar stands the priest there offering up the holy grist, ducking in mood and perfect tense with much good-dutin reverence. The altar is not here for square nor in a form triangular, nor made of glass or wood or stone, but of a little transverse

1:26:09bone which boys and brokled children call playing for points and pins, cock-all. Whose linen drapery is a thin, subtle and ductile coddling skin which are the board is smoothly spread with little seal-work damasket. The fringe that circumvines it too is banglework of trembling dew which gently gleaming makes the show-like frostwork glittering on the snow. Upon this fetuous board does stand something for show-pred and at hand, just in the middle of the altar, upon an end the fairy-saltor, graced with the drought-flies curious wings which serve for watch-at-ribbinnings. Now we must know the elves are led right by the rubric which they read, and if report of them be true they have their text for what they do, and their book of cannons too, and as Sir Thomas Parson tells they have the book of articles, and if that fairy-night not lies they have their book of homilies and other scriptures that design a short but righteous discipline.

1:27:13The basins stands the board upon to take the free oblation, a little pin-dust which they hold more precious than we prize our gold which charity they give to many poor the parish of the zenny. Upon the ends of these neat rails hatched with the silver light of snails, the elves in formal manner fix too pure and holy candlesticks in either which at all small bend burns for the altar's ornament. For sanctity they have to these their curious copes and surpluses of cleanest cobweb hanging by in their religious vestry. They have their ash pans and their brooms to purge the chapel and the rooms, their many mumbling mass priests here and many a dabbler chorister, their ushering vergers here likewise their cannons and their chonteries, of cloister monks they have now, I and their abbey lovers too, and if their legend do not lie they much affect the papacy. And since the last is dead there's hope el bonifest shall next people.

1:28:18They have their cups and chalices, their partners and indulgences, their beads of knits, bells, books and wax candles for sooth and other nacks, their holy oil, their fasting spittle, their sacred salt here not a little. Dry chips old shoes, rags, grease and bones beside their fumigations, many a trifle too and drink it and for what use guessmen would think it. Next then upon the chantour side an apple's core is hung up dried with rattling kernels which is run to call to mourn and even song. The saint to which the most he prays and offers in since nice and days the lady of the lobster is whose foot pace he doth stroke and kiss and humbly chives of saffron brings for his most cheerful offerings. When after these he's paid his vows he lowly to the altar vows and then he dawns the silkworms shed like a terks turban on his head and reverently depart a thence he had in a cloud of frankincense and by the glowworms light well

1:29:22guided goes to the feast that's now provided. 40 Oberon's feast Shampkott to thee the fairy state I with discretion dedicate because thou prize us things that are curious and unfamiliar take first the feast these dishes gone we'll see the fairy court anon. A little mushroom table spread after short prayers they sit on bread a moon parched grain of purist wheat with some small glittering grit to eat his choice bits with then in a trice they make a feast less great than nice but all this while as I as saffron we must not think his ear was starved that there was in place to stir his spleen the churring grass upper the merry cricket pilling fly the piping nap from instrucy and now we must imagine first the elves present the quenches thirst a pure seed pearl of infant dew brought and bisweetened in a blue and pregnant

1:30:28violet which done his kittling eyes begin to run quite through the table where he spies the horns of papery butterflies of which he eats and tastes a little of that we call the kuku spittle a little fuzzball pudding stands by yet not blessed by his hands that was too coarse but then forth with adventures boldly on the pith of sugar drush and eats the sag and well-bestrotted bees sweet bag gliding his palette with some store of emits eggs what would he more but beards of mice a new stewed thigh a bloated earwig and a fly with the red caped worm that shut within the concave of a nut brown as his tooth a little moth late-fatton in a piece of cloth with withered cherries mandrix ears moles eyes to these the slain stag's tears the anxious duelapse of a snail the brokhar of a knighting gale or come in music with a wide near ravish from the flattering vine but gently pressed

1:31:34from the soft side of the most sweet and dainty bride brought in a dainty daisy which he fully cofs up to be which is blood to height this done commended grace by his priest the feast is handed forty one the beggar to mabb the fairy queen please your grace from out your store given arms to one that's poor that your mickle may have more black I'm grown for want of meat give me then an ant to eat or the cleft ear of a mouse over soured in drink of souse or sweet lady reached to me the abdomen of a bee or commended crickets hip or his oxen to my script give for bread a little bit of a piece the kins to chit and my fourth thanks take for it flower of fuzz balls that's too good for a man in needy hood but the meal of mill dust can well content a craving man

1:32:34any oats the elves refuse well will serve the beggars use but if this may seem too much for an arms then give me such little bits that nestle there in the prisoner's panneer so a blessing light upon you and mighty over on that your plenty last till when I return your arms again forty two the hag the hag is astride this night for to ride the devil and she together through thick and through thin now out and then in though narris of foul be the weather a thorn or a burr she takes for a spur with a lash of a bramble she rides now through bricks and through briars or ditches and mires she follows the spirit that guides now no beast for his food dares now range the wood but hushed in his lary lies lurking while mischiefs by these on landed on seas at noon of night or a working the storm will arise and trouble the skies this night and more

1:33:37for the wonder the ghost from the tomb of frightet shall come called out by the clap of the thunder forty three the mad maid song good morrow to the day so fair good morning sir for you good morrow to my own torn hair bedabbled with the dew good morning through this primrose too good morrow to each maid that will with flowers the tomb was true wherein my love is laid always me woe woe is me a lack and well a day for pity sir find out that be which bore my love away I'll seek him in your bonnet brave I'll seek him in your eyes nay now I think they've made his grave with bed of strawberries I'll seek him there I know where this the cold cold earth does 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 knows

1:34:43well who do love him and who with green turf's rear his head and who to rudely move him he soft and tender pray take heed with bands of cow slips bind him and bring him home well test decree that I shall never find him forty four the cheat of cupid or the ungentle guest one silent night of late when every creature rested came one unto my gate and knocking me molested who's that said I beech there and troubles thus the sleepy cast off said he all fear and let not locks thus keep ye for I have boy I'm who by moonless nights of swarved and all with showers wet through and in with cold half starved I beautiful arose and sooner tapered lighted and did myself disclose under the light be knighted I saw he had a bow and wings too which did shiver and looking down below I spydeed at quiver

1:35:48I to my chimney shine brought him his love professors and shaved his hands with mine and dry his dropping tresses but when he felled him warmed let's try this bow of ours and string if they be harmed said he with these late showers both with his bow he bent and wedded stringered arrow and struck me that it went quite through my heart and marrow then laughing loud he flew away and thus said flying a duman host a due I leave thy heart a dying 45 upon cupid love like a gypsy lately came and did me much importune to see my hand that by the same he might foretell my fortune he saw my palm and then said he I tell thee by this score here that thou within few months shall be the youthful prince to moor here I smiled and bat him once more proven by some cross line show it that I could near be prince of love though

1:36:53here the prince lipo it 46 to be merry let's now take our time while we're in our prime and old ages afar off for the evil evil days will come on a pace before we can be aware of 47 upon his gray hairs fly I mean not though I be gray lady this I know you'll say better look the roses red when with white come engoled black your hairs are man or white this begets the more delight when things meet most opposite as in pictures we describe Venus standing vulcan by 48 and him to the muses honor to you who sit near to the well of wit and drink your fill of it glory and worship be to you sweet mage thrice three who still inspire me and teach me how to sing

1:37:57unto the lyric string my measures ravishing then while I sing your praise my priesthood crown with bays green to the end of days 49 the coming of good luck so good luck came and on my roof did light like noiseless snow or as the dew of night not all at once but gently as the trees are by the sunbeams tickle by degrees 50 is content in the country here here I live with what my board can with the smallest cost afford though there so me in the viands be they will content my prue and me or pee or bean or war to me whatever comes content make sweet here we rejoice because no rent we pay for our poor tenement wherein we rest and never fear the landlord or the

1:38:57usual the quarter day does narrow fright our peaceful slumbers in the night we eat our own and batten more because we feed on no man's score but pity those whose flanks grow great swelled with the lord of others meet we bless our fortunes when we see our own beloved privacy and like our living where we known to very few whilst to none 51 his return to London from the dull confines of the drooping west to see the day spring from the pregnant east ravished in spirit I come nay more I fly to the blessed place of my nativity thus thus with hallowed foot I touch the ground with thousand blessings by thy fortune crowned oh fruitful genius that bestowest here and everlasting plenty year by year oh place oh people manners framed to please all nations customs hindrance

1:40:05languages I am a freeborn Roman suffer then that I amongst you live a citizen London my home is though by hard fate sent into a long at irksome banishment yet since called back hence forward let me be own native country repossessed by thee for rather than I'll to the west return I'll beg of thee first here to have my earn weak I am grown and must in short time fall give thou my sacred relics burial 52 his desire give me a man that is not dull when all the world with rifts is full but unamazed dares clearly sing when as the roofs are tottering and though it falls continue still tickling the citter in with his quill 53 an ode for Ben Johnson ah Ben say how or quenchalweed I guess meet at

1:41:10those lyric feasts made it the sun the dog the triple tonne where we such clusters had as made us nobody wild not mad and yet each verse of thine out did the meet out did the frolic wine my Ben or come again or send to us thy wit's great overplus but teach us yet wisely to husband it lest we that talon spend and having once brought to an end that precious star the store of such a wit the world should have no more 54 to live merrily and to trust to good verses now is the time for mirth nor chic or tongue be dumb for with the flowery earth the golden palm is come the golden palm is come for now each tree does where made of her pap and gum rich beads of amber here now rains the rose and now the radiant you besmirers my uncontrolled

1:42:17brow and my retorted hairs homer this health to thee in sack of such a kind that it would make these sea though thou weret near so blind next virgin lalkaal forth to pledge this second health in wine whose each cop's worth an Indian commonwealth a goblet next i'll drink to ovid and suppose made he the pledge he'd think the world at all one knows then this immense cup of aromatic wine could tell us i quaff up to that terse mues of thine wild am I now with heat oh bock a school thy rays or frantic i shall each thy thirst and bite the bays round the roof does run and being ravaged thus come i will drink a ton to my copersias now to the ballast next this flood i drink to thee but stay i see a text that this presents to me

1:43:18the home taballus lies here burnt whose small return of ashes scarce suffice to feel a little urn trust to good verses then they only will aspire when pyramids as men are lost to the funeral fire and when all bodies meet in leithy to be drowned then only numbers sweet with endless life for crowned 55 the apparition of his mistress calling him to elizum a desu'anonola calm then and like two doves with silvery wings let our souls fly to the shades wherever spring sits smiling in the meads where balm and oil roses and casha crown the untold soil where no disease reigns or infection comes to blast the air but ambergris and gums this that and every thicket doth transpire

1:44:20more sweet than storacks from the hallowed fire for every tree a wealthy issue bears of fragrant apples blushing plums or pairs and all the shrubs with sparkling spangles show like morning sunshine tinsling the dew here in green meadow sits eternal may purfling the margins while perpetual day so double gills the air as that no night can ever rust the mammal of the light here naked younglings handsome striplings run their goals for virgins kisses which when done then under dancing fourth the learned round comics they meet with endless roses crown and here we'll sit on primrose banks and see loves chorus led by cupid and will be two loving followers to unto the grove where poets sing the stories of our love there thou shalt hear divine musea sing of hero and leander then I'll bring thee to the stand where honored Homer reads his odyssey's and his

1:45:25high leads about whose throne the crowd of poets throng to hear the incantation of his tongue to line us then to pindar and that done I'll bring the heric to anachrium coughing his full crown bowls of burning wine and in his raptures speaking lines of thine like to a subject and as his friend a look show him truebuck an alien like the smeared with grapes welcome he shall the thither where both may rage both drink and dance together then stately virgin witty ovid by whom fair coroner sits and doth comply with ivory wrists his laureate head and steeps his eye and dew of kisses while he sleeps then soft catellus sharp fanged marshal and towering lookin oris juvenile and sneaky persias these and those whom rage dropped from the jars of heaven filled to engage all times into their frenzies thou shalt there behold them in a spacious theater among which glories crowned

1:46:32with sacred bays and flattering ivy to recite their plays bow mountain fletcher swans to whom all years listen while they like sirens in their spheres sing their abatni and still more for thee their yet remains to know the nowcans see by glimmering of fancy do but come and there I'll show thee that capacious room in which thy father johnson now is placed as in a globe of radiant fire and graced to be in that orb crown that does include those prophets of the former magnitude and he one chief but hark I hear the call the bellman of the night proclaim the clock of late struck one and now I see the prime of day break from the pregnant east to his time I vanish more I had to say but night determines here away 56 the invitation to suck with thee thou didst me home invite and

1:47:35made to promise that mine appetite should meet and tire on such loud ticious meat the like not heliogobalist to eat and richer wine wouldst give to me thy guest then roman sylloport out at his feast I came to his true and looked for foul of price the bastard phoenix bird of paradise and for no less than aromatic wine of maiden's blush commixed with jessamine clean was the hearth the mantle lorded jet which wanting law and smoke and weeping wet at last it noon of winter did appear a ragged sourced meat sput with sick vinegar and in a burnished flag and it stood by beer small as comfort dead as charity at which amazed and pondering on the food how cold it was and how it chilled my blood I cursed the master and I damned the sourced and swore I'd got the egg you of the house well when to eat thou dust me next desire I'll bring a fever since thou keeps no fire

1:48:43end of section three section four of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick this liver box recording is in the public domain read by Thomas Copeland 57 to Sir Clipsby Croum since to the country first I came I have lost my former flame and the things I not inherit as I did my ravished spirit if I write a verse or two tis with very much a dew in regard I want that wine which would conjure up a line yet though now of mues bereft I have still the manners left for to thank you noble sir for those gifts you to confer upon him will only can be in prose a grateful man 58 a country life to his brother Mr. Thomas Herrick thrice and above blessed my soul's half art

1:49:47thou in thy both last and better vow could sweep the city for exchange to see the countries sweet simplicity and it to know and practice with intent to grow the sooner innocent by studying to know virtue and to aim more at her nature than her name the last is but the least the first to tell ways less to live than to live well and both are known to thee who now can't live led by thy conscience to give justice to soon please nature and to show wisdom and she together go and keep one center this with that conspires to teach man to combine desires and know that riches have their proper stint in the contented mind not mint and canston struck that those who have the itch of craving more are never rich these things thou noast to the height and thus prevent that plague because

1:50:48thou art content with that heaven gave thee with a wary hand more blessed in thy breast than land to keep cheap nature even at upright to cool not quaker appetite thus thou canst tersely live to satisfy the belly chiefly not the eye keeping the barking stomach wise to quiet less with a need than needful diet but that which most makes sweet thy country life is the fruition of a wife whom stars consenting with thy fate thou hast got not so beautiful as chased by whose warm side thou dost securely sleep by love the sentinel doth keep with those deeds done by day which never fright thy silken slumbers in the night nor has the darkness power to usher in fear to those sheets that no no sin the damished meadows and the pebbly streams sweeten and makes soft your dreams the purling springs groves birds and well-weaved bowers with fields enamoured with

1:51:54flowers present their shapes while fantasy discloses millions of lilies mixed with roses then dream you hear the lamb by many a bleat wood to come sup the milky teet while fawness in the vision comes to keep from ravening wolves the fleecey sheep with thousands such enchanting dreams that meet to make sleep not so sound a sweet no call these figures so thy rest in deer as not to rise when gentler clear warns the last watch but with the dawn dost rise to work but first to sacrifice making thy peace with heaven for some late fault with holy meal and spurting salt which done thy painful thumb this sentence tells us joe for our labor all things sells us nor are thy daily and devout affairs attended with those desperate cares the industrious merchant has who for to find gold runeth to the western Inde and back again tortured with fears that fly and taught to suffer poverty

1:52:58but thou at home blessed with securest ease sits and believes that there be seas and watery dangers while thy white her half but sees these things within thy map and viewing them with a more safe survey mixed easy fear unto desay a heart thrice walled with oak and brass that man had first thirst ploughed the ocean but thou at home without or tide or gale canst in thy map securely sail seeing those painted countries and so guessed by those fine shades their substances and from thy compass taking small advice bice to travel at the lowest price nor our vine ears so deaf but thou canst hear far more with wonder than with fear fame tell of states of countries courts and kings and believe there be such things when of these truths thy happier knowledge lies more in vine ears than in thy eyes and when thou heast by that too true report vice rules the most store all

1:54:02at court thy pious wishes are though thou not there virtue had and moved her sphere but thou lived fearless and thy face near shows fortune when she comes or goes but with thy equal thoughts prepared the stand to take her by the either hand nor cast which comes the first the foul or fair the wise man everyway lies square and like a surly oak with storms perplexed grows still the stronger strongly vexed be so bold spirit stand center like unmoved and be not only thought but proved to be what I report thee and in your thyself if one comes to endure and so thou dost for thy desires are confined to live with private law nor curious whether appetite be fed or with the first or second bread who keeps no proud mouth for delicious cates hunger makes core smeeds delegates cance and unerged forsake that larded fair which are not nature makes so rare to taste

1:55:09boiled nettles cold wars beats and eat these and sour herbs as dainty meat while soft opinion makes thy genius say content makes all embrosier nor is it that thou keeps this stricter size so much for want as exercise to numb the sense of dearth which should sin haste it thou mightst but only see not taste it yet can thy humble roof maintain a choir of singing crickets by thy fire and the brisk mouse may feast herself with crumbs till that the green eyed kittling comes then to her cabin blessed she can escape the sudden danger of a rape and thus thy little well kept stock to prove wealth cannot make a life but love nor art thou so close handed but can't spend counsel concurring with the end as well as spare still conning all this theme to shun the first and last

1:56:10extreme or daining that thy small stop find no breach or to exceed thy tethers reach but to live ground and close and wisely true to thine own self and known to few thus let thy rural sanctuary be elisioned to thy wife and thee there to disport yourselves with gold and measure for seldom use commends the pleasure live and live blessed price happy pair let breath but lost to one be the others death and as there is one love one faith one truth be so one death one grave to both till when in such assurance live he may nor fear or wish your dying day 59 to his peculiar friend Mr. John Wicks since Shed or cottage I have none I sing the more

1:57:10the thou hast one to whose glad threshold and free door I may a poet come though poor and eat with thee a savory bit paying but common thanks for it yet should I chance my wicks to see and over eleven look in thee to sour the bread and turn the beer to an exalted vinegar or should stop price me as a dish of thrice boiled warts or three days fish I'd rather hungry go and come than to thy house be burdensome yet in my depth of grief I'd be one that should drop his beads for thee 16 a paranatical or divisive verse to his friend Mr. John Wicks is this a life to break thy sleep to rise as soon as day death peep to tire thy patient ox or ass by noon and let thy good days pass not knowing this that jove decrease some mirth to dulce man's

1:58:15miseries no to some life to have thine oil without extortion from my soil thy faithful fields to you be grain although with some yet little pain to have thy mind and noptual bed with fears and cares uncompour it a pleasing wife that by thy side lies softly panting like a bride this is to live and to endure those minutes time has lent us here then while fate suffer lived thou free as is that air that circles thee and crown thy temples too and let thy servant not thy own self-sweat to strut thy bonds with sheaves of wheat time steals away like to a stream and we glide hence away with them no sound recalls the hours once fled or roses being withered nor us my friend when we are lost like to a dew or melted frost then live we mirthful while we should and turn

1:59:16the iron age to gold let's feast and frolic sing and play and thus less last then live our day whose life with care is overcast that man's not said to live but last nor is the life seven years to tell but put a live that half seven well and that we'll do as men who know some few sands spent we hence must go both to be blended in the earn from whence there's never a return 61 to his honored and most ingenious friend Mr. Charles Cotton for brave comportment wit without offense words fully flowing yet of influence thou art that man of men the man alone worthy the public admiration who with thine own eyes reads what we do right and gives our numbers euthanian weight tells when a verse brings high how understood to be more not born of the royal blood

2:00:23what state above what symmetry below thine's have or should have thou the best can show for which my Charles it is my pride to be not so much known as to be loved of thee long may I live so and my wreath of bays be less another's laurel than thy praise 62 a new year's gift sent to Sir Symmian steward no news of navy's burnt at seas no noise of late spawned titories no closet plot or open vent that frights men with a parliament no new device or late found a trick to read by the stars the kingdom's sick no june to catch the state or ring the freeborn nostril of the king we sent to you but here a jolly verse crowned with ivy and with holly the tells of winter's tails and mirth that milk maids make about the earth of Christmas sports the wassable that tossed up after

2:01:25fox of the hole of blind man buff or of the care that young men have to shoe the mare of twelve tide cakes of peace and beans where with you make those merry scenes when as you choose your king and queen and cry out hey for our town green of ash heaps in the which he use husbands and wives by streaks to choose of crackling laurel which fore sounds a plenty as harvest to your grounds of these and such like things for shift we send instead of new year's gift read then and when your face is shine with buxum meat and capering wine remember us in cups full crowned and let our city health go round quite through the young maids and the men to the ninth number if not ten until the fired chestnuts leap for joy to see the fruits she reaped from the plump chalice and the cup the temps till it be toss it up then as you sit about your embers call not to mine those fledd December but think on these that are to peer as daughters to

2:02:30the instant ear sit crowned with rose buds and corows till libert potter twirls the house about your ears and lay upon the ear your cares that fled and gone and let the russet swains the plow and harrow hang up resting now and to the bagpipe all address till sleep takes place of weariness and thus throughout with Christmas plays frolic the full twelve holy days sixty three and old to Sir Clips be crew here we securely live and eat the cream of meat and keep eternal fires by which we sit and do divine as wine and rage inspires if full which arm then call upon an accran to grace the frantic thurse and having drunk we raise a shout throughout to praise his verse then cause we horrors to be read which song or said a goblet to the brim of lyric wine both swelled and crowned around we croft him thus thus we live and spend the

2:03:38hours in wine and flowers and make the frolic year the month the week the instant day to stay the longer here come then brave night and see the selver in night well and my enchantments too which love at nooble freedom is and this shall fatter you take horse and come or be so kind to send your mind though but in numbers few and I shall think I have the heart or part of Clips be crew sixty four a panagiric to Sir Lewis Pemberton till I shall come again let this suffice I sent my salt my sacrifice to thee thy lady younglings and despise to thy genius and thy law to the war in threshold porch hall parlor kitchen the fat fed smoking temple which in the wholesome savor of thy mighty kinds invites to supper him who dine where laden spits walked with large ribs of beef not

2:04:44represent but give relief to the length stranger in the sour swaying where both may feed and come again for no black-bearded vigil from thy door beats with a button staff the poor but from thy warm love hatching gates each may take friendly morsels and their stay to sun his thin clad members if he likes without no porter keeps no strikes no commer to thy roof his guest right wants or staying there is scourged with taunts of some rough groom who yucked with corn says sir you've dipped too long with the vinegar and with our broth and bread and bits of friend you fared well they make an two days you've larded here a third you know makes guests and fish smell strong grey go you to some other chimney and there take essay of other giblets make marry it another's hear you're here welcome as thundered to our beer man there is no distance and a man unrued

2:05:46would soon recoil and not intrude his stomach to a second meal no no thy house well fed and taught can show no such crab to visit thou hast learnt thy train with heart and hand to entertain and by the arms full with a breast unhid as the old race of mankind did when either's heart and either's hand did strive to be the nearer relative thou dost redeem those times and what was lost of ancient honesty may boast it keeps a growth in thee and so will run a course in thy fame's pledge thy son thus like a Roman tribune thou thy gait early set so defaced and late keeping no courage waiter to a fright with blasting eye the appetite which fame would waste upon thy cates but that the trencher creature marketh what best and more suppling PC cuts and by some private pinch tells dangers nigh a hand to desperate or a knife that bites skin deep into the pork

2:06:50or lights upon some part of kid as if mistook when check it by the butter's look no no thy bread thy wine thy jokken beer is not reserved for trebius here but all who at thy table seated are find equal freedom equal fair and thou like to that hospitable God joeve joist when guests make their abode to eat thy bollocks thyshe thy veils thy fat weathers and never grudged at the fessant partridge got wit re rough rail the cock the curle you and the quail these and thy choice est vines to extend their tastes unto the lower end of thy glad table not a dish more known to thee than unto anyone but as thy meat so thy immortal wine makes the smirk face of each to shine and spring fresh rose buds while the salt the wit flows from the wine and graces it while reverence waiting at the bashful board honors my lady and my lord no scourl just no open

2:07:57scene is laid here for to make the face afraid but temperate mirth dealt forth and so discreetly that it makes the meat more sweet and adds perfumes into the wine which thou dost rather poor forth than allow by crews and measure thus devoting wine as the canary aisles were thine but with that wisdom and that method there's no one thinks that there his guilty glass drinks of distemper or has caused to cry repentance to his liberty no thou no st orders ethics and as dread all economics boast to lead a house stance neatly and can truly show how far a figure ought to go forward or backward and sideward and what pace can give and what retract grace what gesture courtship comeliness agrees with those thy primitive decrees to give subsistence to the house and through for genie I support thy roof goodness and greatness not the oak and piles for these and

2:09:03marbles have their wiles to last but not there ever virtues hand it is which bills against fate to stand such as thy house whose firm foundations trust is more in thee than in her dust or depth these last may yield in yearly shrink when what is strongly built no chink or yawning rupture can the same devour but fixed it stands by her own power and well laid bottom on the iron at rock which tries and counter stands the shock and ram of time and by vexation grows the stronger herchoo dies when foes are wanting to her exercise but great and large she spreads by dust and sweat safe stand thy walls and thee and so both will since neither's height was raised by the ill of others since no stod no stone no peace was reared up by the poor man's fleece no widows tenement was racked to guild of fret thy ceiling or to build a sweating closet to anoint the silk soft skin

2:10:08or bathe in asses milk no orphans pittance left him served to set the pillars up of lasting jet for which their cries might beat against thine ears or in the damp jet read their tears no plank from hallowed altar does appeal to yon star chamber or does seal a curse to thee or thine but all things even make for thy peace and peace to heaven go on directly so as just men may a thousand times more swear than say this is that princely pamperton who can teach men to keep a garden man and when wise poets shall search out to see good men they find them all in thee 65 all things decay and die all things decay with time the forest sees the growth and downfall of our aged trees that timber tall which three score lusters stood the proud dictator of the state like

2:11:12wood i mean the sovereign of all plants the oak droops dies and falls without the cleaver stroke 66 to his dying brother master William Herrick life of my life take not so soon i flight but stay the time till we have bad good night thou hast both wind and tide with thee my way as soon dispatched his by the night as day let us not then so rudely henceforth go till we have wept, kissed, sighed, shook hands or so there's pain in parting and a kind of hell when once true lovers take their last farewell what shall we to our endless leaves take here without a sad look or a solemn tear he knows not love that has not this truth proved love is most loath to leave the thing be loved there we are vows and go yet when we part then even then i will bequeath my heart into thy loving hands

2:12:22for i'll keep none to warm my breast when thou my pulse are gone no here i last and walk a harmless shade about this urn wherein thy dust is laid to guard it so as nothing here shall be heavy to hurt those sacred seeds of the 67 his age dedicated to his peculiar friend mr john wicks under the name of posthumous ah posthumous our years hence fly and leave no sound nor piety or prayers or vow can keep the wrinkle from the brow but we must on as fate does lead or draw us none none posthumous could air decline the doom of cruel prusser pine the pleasing wife the house the ground must all be left no one plant found to follow thee save only the cursed cypress tree a merry mind looks forward scorns was

2:13:25left behind let's live my wicks then while we may and here enjoy our holiday we've seen the past best times and these will never turn we see the seas and moons to wane but they fill up their ebbs again but vanished man like to a lily lost near can near can repute you late nor bring his days to see a second spring but on we must and with their tend where anchors and rich tell us blend their sacred seed thus has infernal joe decreed we must be made air long a song air long a shade well then since life to us is short let's make it full up by our sport crown we are heads with the roosters then and noint with tyrian balm but when we do our dead the world with us is buried then live we free is is the air and let us be our own fair wind and mark

2:14:28each one day with the white and lucky stone we are not poor although we have no roofs of cedar nor our brave byy nor keep account of such a flock of sheep nor bulks fed to lard the shambles barbels bred to kiss our hands nor do we wish for polio's lampries in our dish if we can meet and so confer both by a shining salt cellar and have our roof although not arched yet weathered roof and ceiling free from that cheap candle baudery we'll eat our bean with that full mirth as we will lords of all the earth well then on what seas we are tossed our comfort is we can't be lost let the winds drive our bark yet she will keep alive amidst the deeps to his constancy my wicks which keeps the pinnest up which though she urges its seas she saves her passengers say we must part sweet mercy bless us both of the sea camp wilderness can we so far

2:15:34stray to become less circular than we are now no no that's self same heart that vow which made us one shall never undo or revel so to make us tomb live in thy peace as for myself when I am bruised on the shelf of time and show my locks be hung with frost and snow when with the room the cough the pthysic I consume unto an almost nothing then the ages fled I'll call again and with a tear compare these last blame and bad times with those are past while balkas by my old lean wife she'll kiss it dry and so we'll sit by the fire for telling snow and slit and weather by our aches grown now old enough to be our own true calendars as puses ear washed ores to tell what changes near then to assuage the grippings of the kind by age I'll call my young iulus to sing such a song I

2:16:36made upon my Julius breast and of her blush at such a feast then shall he read that flower of mine enclosed within a crystal shrine of remo's next a piece then of a higher text for to be get in me a more transcendent heat than that insinuating fire which crept into each aged sigh when the fair Helen from her eyes shot for her loving sorceries at which I'll rear mine aged limbs above my chair and hearing it flutter and crow as in a fit of fresh concupacence and cry no lust there's like depoetry thus frantic crazy man god what I'll call to mine things have forgot and often between repeat the times that I have seen thus ripe with tears and twisting my iulus hairs doting I weep and say in truth balkas these were my sins of youth then next I'll cause my

2:17:40hopeful ad if for wild apple can be had to crown the earth law thus conspiring with our mirth then to infuse our browner ale into the crews which sweeply spiced we'll first corouse unto the genius of the house then the next health defriends of mine loving the brave bergundian wine high sons of pith whose fortunes I have followed with such as could well bear up the magic bow and spell and dancing about the mystic thirst give up the jostle plows to verse to those and then again to thee we'll drink my wicks until we be plump as the cherry they're not so fresh yet fullest merrius the cricket the untamed heifer or the cricket until our tongues shall tell our ears we're younger by a score of years thus till we see the fire less shine from them birds than the kittling's eye we'll still sit up sphearing about the wasle cup to all those times

2:18:42which gave me honor for my rhymes the goal one spent within to bed far more than night be worried 68 the bad season makes the poet sad dulled myself and almost dead to these my many fresh and fragrant mistresses lost to all music now since everything puts on the semblance here of sorrowing sick is the land to the heart and other than your more dangerous faintings by her desperate cure but if that golden age would come again and Charles here rule as he before did rain if smooth and unperplexed the seasons were as when the sweet Maria livid here I should delight to have my curls have drowned interior in dues and head with roses crowned and once more yet air I am laid out dead knock at a star with my exalted head

2:19:4969 on himself a weary pilgrim I have wandered here twice five and twenty make me but one year long I have lasted in this world just true but yet those years that I have lived but few who by his gray hairs doth his lustres tell lives not those years but he that lives them well one man has reached his sixty years but he of all those three score has not lived half three he lives who lives to virtue men who cast their ends for pleasure do not live but last 70 is winding sheet come thou who art the wine and wit of all I've rid the grace the glory and the best piece of the rest thou art of what I did in ten the all and end and what was made was made

2:20:57to meet the the my sheet come then and be to my chased side both bed and bride we too as reddix left will have one rest one grave and hugging close we need not fear lust entering here where all desires are dead or cold as is the mold and all affections of forgot or trouble not here here the slaves and prisoners be from shackles free and weeping widows long oppressed to hear find rest the wronged client ends his laws here and his cause here those long suits of chance rely quiet or die and all star chamber bills to cease or hold their peace here needs no court for our request for all our best all wise all equal and all just alike the dust nor need we hear to fear the frown of cold or crown where fortune bears no sway or things there all are kings

2:22:03in the secure place we'll keep as low to sleep or for a little time will lie as robes laid by to be another day reworn turned but not torn or like old testaments and grossed locked up not lost and for a while I hear concealed to be revealed next at the great plate tonic year and then meet here 71 and a creontic borner was to be old and for to die here after that and the mold long for to lie here but before that day comes still I be boozing for I know in the tombs there's no curousing 72 to laurels a funeral stone or verse I covet none but only crave of you that I may have a sacred laurel springing from my grave which being seen blessed with perpetual green may grow to be

2:23:11not so much called a tree as the eternal monument of me 73 on himself weep for the dead for they have lost this light and weep for me lost in an endless night or mourn or make a marble verse for me who writ for many benediguity 74 on himself lost to the world lost to myself alone here now I rest under this marble stone in depth to silence heard and seen of none 75 to rub in reddressed laid out for dead let thy last kindness be with leaves and moss work for to cover me and while the wood nymphs my cold corpse in her sing thou my dirge sweet warbling chorister for ever tof in foliage next right this here here the

2:24:20tomb of robin herrigues 76 the olive branch sadly I walked within the field to see what comforted with yield and as I went my private way and olive branch before me lay and seeing it I made a stay and took it up and viewed it then kissing the omen said oh men be be it so and let this be a divination unto me that in short time my woe shall cease and love shall crown my end with peace 77 the plaudity or end of life if after rude and boisterous sees my wearyed penis here finds ease if so it be I've gained the shore with safety of a faithful ore if having run my bark on ground you see the aged vessel crowned what's to be done but on the sands you dance and sing and now clap hands

2:25:26the first act doubtful but we say it is the last commends the play end of section four section five of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrig this liver box recording is in the public domain read by Thomas Copeland a morris 78 to groves each silent shades whose each tree here some relic of a saint tothware who for some sweetheart's sake did prove the fire and martyrdom of love here's the legend of those saints that died for love and their complaints their wounded hearts and names we find in carved upon the leaves and rind give way give way to me who come scorched with the self same martyrdom and have deserved as much love knows as to be canonized

2:26:30amongst those whose deeds and deaths here it now within your greedy calendar by all those virgins fillets hung upon your boughs and requiem sung for saints and souls departed hence here honored still with frankincense by all those tears that have been shed as a drink offering to the dead by all those true love-nots that be with models carved on every tree by sweet saint fillets pity me by dears saint hyphus and the rest of all those other saints now blessed me me forsaken here admit among your murals to ev'rit that my poor name may have the glory to live remembered in your story 79 mr. Celisabeth Wheeler under the name of the lost chepherdess among the murals as I walked love and my size thus intertalked tell me said I in deep distress

2:27:33where I may find my shepherdess the fools had love no stone out this in everything that sweet cheers in your incarnation go and seek there thou shalt find her lip and cheek in that enamored panseys by there thou shalt have her curious eye in bloom of peach and roses bud there waves the streamer of her blood just true set eye and there upon I went to pluck them one by one to make a parts and union but on a sudden all were gone if which I stopped said love these be the true resemblances of thee for as these flowers thy joys must die and in the turning of an eye and all thy hopes of her must wither like those short sweets here knit together 80 vow to Venus happily I

2:28:37had a sight of my dearest dear last night make her this day smile on me and our roses give to thee 81 upon love a crystal vile cupid brought which had a juice in it of which who drank he said no thought of love he should admit I greedy of the prize did drink and emptied soon the glass which burnt me so that I don't think the fire of hell it was give me my earthen cups again the crystal I condemn which though in chased with pearls contain a deadly draft in them and thou will cupid come not to my threshold since I see for all I have or else can do thou still will cousin me 82 upon Julius close when his in silks my Julia goes till then the things house sweetly flows that

2:29:41liquefaction of her clothes next when I cast my eyes and see that brave vibration each way free oh how that glittering takeeth me 83 the bracelet to Julia why I tie about thy wrist Julia this my silken twist for what other reason is thought to show thee how in part thou my pretty captive art but thy bond slave is my heart it is but silk that bindeth thee nap the thread in thou art free but is otherwise with me I am bound and fast bound so that from thee I cannot go if I could I would not so 84 upon Julius ribbon as shows the air when with a rainbow graced so smiles that ribbon about my Julius waist or like nay to that zonulet of love wherein all pleasures of the world are wolf

2:30:5085 to Julia how rich and pleasing thou my Julia art in each thy dainty and peculiar part first for thy queen ship on thy head is set of flowers a sweet commingled coronet about thy neck a carcassonate is bound made of the ruby pearl and diamond a golden ring that shines upon thy thumb about thy wrist the rich dardanium between thy breasts then down of swans more white their plays the sapphire and the chrysalite no part besides must of thyself be known but by the topaz opal calceton 86 art above nature to Julia when I behold a forest spread with silken trees upon thy head and when I see that other dress of flowers set in comeliness when I behold another grace in the ascent of curious

2:31:56lace which like a pinnacle that chew the top and the top gallant to them when I see thy trecess bound into an oval square or round and knit in knots far more than I can tell by tongue or true love tie next when those lorney films I see play with a wild civility and all those airy silks to flow and luring me and tempting so I must confess my nigh and heart dots less on nature than on art 87 her bed sistao that cloud is silver clear plum soft and swelling everywhere tis Julia's bed and she sleeps there 88 the rock of rubies and the quarry of pearls some asked me where the rubies grew and nothing I did say but with my finger pointed to the lips of

2:33:03Julia some asked how pearls did grow and where then spoke I to my girl to part her lips and show me there the quarterlets of pearl 89 the parliament of roses to Julia I dreamt the roses one time went to meet and sit in parliament the place for these and for the rest of flowers was thy spotless breast over the witch estate was drawn of chiffony or cobweb lawn then in that party all those powers voted the rose the queen of flowers but so as that herself should be the maid of honor unto thee 90 upon Julia's recovery drew no more or hang the head you roses almost withered now strength and newer purple get each here declining violet oh prim roses let this day be a

2:34:07resurrection unto ye and to all flowers a light in blood or sworn to that sweet sisterhood for health on Julia's cheek as shed claret and cream come engolid and those are lips to now appear as beams of coral but more clear 91 upon Julia's hair filled with dew dew sat on Julia's hair and spangled to like leaves that laid in our with trembling dew or glittered to my sight as when the beams have the reflected light danced by the streams 92 cherry right cherry right right right by cry full of fair ones common by if so be you ask me where they do grow I answer there were my Julia's lips to smile there's the land or cherry

2:35:08aisle whose plantations fully show all the year where cherries grow 93 the captive bee or the little filter as Julia once a slumbering lay it chanced a bee did fly that way after a dew or dew like shower to tipple freely in a flower for some rich flower he took the lip of Julia and began to sip but when he felt he sucked from thence honey and in the quintessence he drank so much he scarce could stir so Julia took the pill for her and thus surprised as filters use he thus began himself to excuse sweet lady flower I never brought hither the least one deeping thought but taking those rare lips of yours for some fresh fragrant luscious flowers I thought I might there take a taste where so much syrup ran at waste besides know this I never sting the flower

2:36:14that gives me nourishing but with the kiss or thanks to pay for honey that I bear away this said he laid his little script of honey for her lady ship and told her as some tears did fall that that he took and that was all at which she smiled and begged him go and take his bag but thus much know when next he came a pilfering soul he should from her full lips derive honey enough to fill his hive 94. Upon roses under a lawn then skies more clear some ruffle roses nestling were and snugging there they seemed to lie as in a flower in nunnery they blushed and looked more fresh than flowers quickened of late by pretty showers and all because they were possessed but of the heat of Julius breast which as a warm and moistened spring gave them their ever flourishing 95. How his

2:37:23soul came ensnared my soul would one day go and seek for roses and in Julius cheek a richness of those sweets she found as in another rossumund but gathering roses as she was not knowing what would come to pass it chatched a ringlet of her hair caught my poor soul as in a snare which ever since has been enthralled yet freedom she enjoys with all upon Julius voice when either I singing next shall hear I wish I might turn all to ear to drink in notes and numbers such as blessed souls can't hear too much then milled it down there let me lie entranced and lost confusedly and by thy music struck a mute die and returned into a lute 97 the nightpiece to Julia her eyes the glow worm lengthy the shooting stars attend the

2:38:31and the elves also whose little eyes glow like the sparks of fire befriended no wood of the whisper mist light thee nor snake nor slow worm bite thee but on on thy way not making us stay since ghost there's none to afraid thee let not the dark the cumber what of the moon does slumber the stars of the night will lend thee their light like tapers clear without number then Julia let me woo thee thus thus to come unto me and when I shall meet by silvery feet my soul alporing to thee 98 his covenant or protestation to Julia why does thou wound and break my heart as if we should forever part has thou not heard an oath from me after a day or two or three I would come back and live with thee take if thou dost distrust that bow this second protestation now upon my

2:39:33cheek that spangled tear which sits as dew of roses there that tear shall scarce be dried before I kiss the threshold of thy door then weep not sweet but thus much know I'm half return before I go 99 his sailing from Julia when that day comes whose evenings as I'm gone unto that watery desolation devoutly to thy closet guards then pray that my winged ship may meet no remore those deities which circumwok the seas and look upon our dreadful passages will from all dangers re-deliver me for one drink offering poured out by thee mercy and truth live with thee and for bear in my short absence to unsluse a tear but yet for love's sake let thy lips do this if my dead picture one engendering kiss work that to life and let me ever dwell in thy remembrance Julia so farewell

2:40:42100 his last request to Julia I have been wanton and to bold I fear to chase for much the virgin's cheek or ear beg for my pardon Julia he did win grace with the gods who sorry for his sin that done by Julia dearest Julia come and go with me to choose my burial room my fates are ended when thy heric dies clasp thou his book then close thou up his eyes 101 the transfiguration immortal clothing I put on so soon as Julia I am gone to my eternal mansion thou thou art here to human sight clothed all with incorrupted light but yet how more admiredly bright could thou appear when thou art set in thy refulgent throne of it that shines thus in

2:41:43thy counterfeit 102 love dislikes nothing what so ever thing I see rich or poor although it be it is a mistress under me be my girl or fair or brown does she smile or does she frown still I write a sweetheart down be she rough for smooth of skin when I touch shy then begin for to let affection in be she bold or does she wear locks in curl to other hair I shall find enchantment there be she whole or be she rent so my fancy be content she's to me most excellent be she fat or be she lean be she slutish be she clean I'm a man for every scene 103 upon love I held loves head while it did ache but so it chance to be the cruel pain did his forsake

2:42:47and forthwith came to me I'm me how shall my grief be stilled or where else shall we find one like to me who must be killed for being too too kind 104 to die anemia I could but see the yesterday stung by a fretful bee and either javelin sucked away and healed the wound in the a thousand thorns and dryers and stings I have in my poor breast yet near can see that sav which brings my passions any rest as love shall help me I admire how thou canst sit at smile to see me bleed had not desire to stonch the blood of while if thou composed of gentle mode or so in kind to me what dismal stories will be told of those that cruel be 105 to perena when I thy parts run or I can't aspire in any one the least in decency but every line and

2:43:54limb diffused dense of fair and unfamiliar excellence so that the more I look the more I prove there's still more cause why I the more should love 106 to inoni what conscience say is it in the when I a heart at one to take away that heart from me and to retain my own for shame or pity now inclined to play a loving part either to send me kindly thine or give me back my heart covet not both but if thou dost resolve to part with neither why yet to show that thou art just take me and mine together 107 to electra I dare not ask a kiss I dare not beg a smile lest having that or this I might grow proud the while no no the utmost share of my desire should

2:45:00be only to kiss that air that blatantly kiss it thee 108 to anthea who may command him anything bid me to live and I will live thy Protestant to be or bid me love and I will give a loving heart to thee a heart is soft the heart is kind a heart a sound and free as in the whole world though can find that heart I'll give to thee bid that heart stay and it will stay to honor that decree or bid it languish quite away and shall do so for thee bid me to weep and I will weep while I have eyes to see and having none yet I will keep a heart to weep for thee bid me to spare and I'll despair under that cypress tree or bid me die and I will dare in death to die for thee thou art my

2:46:01life my love my heart the very eyes of me and has command of every part to live and die for thee 108 1010 Love lightly pleased let fair or foul my mr. speed or low or tall she pleased with me all let her walk or stand or sit the posture's hers I'm pleased with it all let her tongue be still or stir graceful is everything from her all let her grand or else deny my love will fit each history 111 to die anemia give me one kiss and no

2:47:08more if so be this makes you poor to enrich you I'll restore for that one 2000 score 112 upon her eyes clear are her eyes like purest skies discovering from thence a baby there that turns each sphere like an intelligence 113 upon her feet her pretty feet like snails did creep a little out and then as if they played at oak peep did soon draw in again 114 upon a delaying lady come come away or let me go must I hear stay because you're slow and will continue so trough lady no I's going to be a slave to state and since I'm free I will not wait hence

2:48:09for that such a rate for needy fate if you desire my spark should glow the peeping fire you must blow or I shall quickly grow to frost or snow 115 the cruel maid and cruel maid because I see you scornful of my love and me I'll trouble you no more but go my way where you shall never know what has become of me there I will find me out a path to die or learn some way how to forget you in your name forever yet there I go hence know this from me what will in time your fortune be this to your coignus I will tell and having spoke at once farewell the lily will not long endure nor the snow continue pure the rose the violet one day see both these lady flowers decay and you must fade as well as they and it may chance that love may turn and like to mine make your heart

2:49:12burn and weep to see it yet this thing do that my last brow commends to you when you shall see that I am dead for pity let it tear be shed and with your mantle or me cast give my cold lips a kiss at last if twice you kiss you need not fear that I shall stir or live more here next hollow out a tomb to cover me me the most despised lover and right thereon this reader know love killed this man no more but so 116 to his mistress objecting to him neither toy or talking you say I love not because I do not play still with your curls and kiss the time away you blame me too because I can't devise some sport to please those babies in your eyes by love's religion I must here confess it the most I love

2:50:14when I the least express it shall griefs find tongues full casks are ever found give if any yet but little sound deep waters noiseless are and this we know that chiding streams betray small depth below so when love speechless is she does express a depth in love and that depth bottomless now since my love is tangless no me such who speak but little because I love so much 117 impossibilities to his friend my faithful friend if you can see the fruit to grow up or the tree if you can see the color come into the blushing pair or plum if you can see the water grow to cakes of ice or flakes of snow if you can see that drop of rain lost in the wild sea once again if you can see how dreams do

2:51:16creep into the brain by easy sleep then there is hope that you may see her love me once who now hates me 118 the bubble a song to my revenge and to her desperate fears fly thou made bubble of my size and tears in the wild air when thou hast ruled about and like a blasting planet found her out stoop mount pass by and take her eye then glare like to a dreadful comet in the air next when thou dost perceive her fix it sight for thy revenge to be most opposite then like a globe or ball of wildfire fly and break by self in shivers on her eye 119 delight in disorder a sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wanderness a lawn above the shoulders thrown into a fine distraction

2:52:21an earring lace which here and there and throws the crimson stomacher a cuff neglectful and thereby ribbons to flow confusedly a winning way deserving note in the tempestuous petty coat a careless shoe string in whose tie I see a wild civility do more bewitch me than when art is too precise in every part 120 to Sylvia pardon my trespass Sylvia I confess my kiss outwent the bounds of shame-based none is discreet at all times no not jove himself at one time can be wise and love 121 to Sylvia to wed let us though late at last my Sylvia wed and loving lie in one devoted bid thy watch may stand my minutes fly post-aste no sound calls back the year that once has passed

2:53:29then sweet as Sylvia let's no longer stay true love we know precipitates delay away with doubts all scruples and remove no man at one time can be wise and love 122 barley break or last in hell we too are last in hell what may we fear to be tormented or kept prisoners here alas if kissing be a plagues the worst we'll wish in hell we had been last and first 123 on a perfumed lady you say you're sweet how should we know whether that you be sweet or no from powders and perfumes keep free then we shall smell how sweet you be 124 the park eye or three dainty destinies the armilette three lovely sisters working were as

2:54:33they were closely set of soft and dainty maiden hair a curious armilette I smiling asked them what they did their destinies all three who told me they had drawn a thread of life and was for me they showed me then how fine to respond and I replied there to I cannot now how soon is done or cut if cut by you 125 a conjuration to electra by those soft tards of wool with which the air is full by all those tinctures there that paint the hemisphere by duse and drizzling rain that swell the golden grain by all those sweets that be it flowering nunnery by silent nights and the three forms of hecate by all aspects that bless the sober sorceress by juice she strains and pith to make her filters with by time that hasten's on things to perfection and by your

2:55:39self the best conjurement of the rest oh my electra be in love with nun but me 126 to saffo saffo I will choose to go where the northern winds do blow endless ice and endless snow rather than I once would see but a winter's face in thee to benumb my hopes and me 127 of love a sonnet how love came in I do not know whether by thy or ear or no or whether with the soul it came at first infused with the same whether in part is here or there or like the soul whole everywhere this troubles me but I as well as any other this can tell that when from then she does depart the outlet then is from the heart 128 to dine me sweet be not proud of those

2:56:50two eyes which star like sparkle in their skies nor be you proud that you can see all hearts or captives yours yet free be you not proud of that rich hair which wantons with the love sick air when as that ruby which you wear sunk from the tip of your soft ear will last to be a precious stone when all your world of beauty is gone 129 to dine me dear though to part it be a hell yet dine me now farewell thy frown last night did bid me go but wither only grief does know I do beseech thee airy part if merciful as fair thou art or else desires that made should tell thy pity by loves chronicle oh dine me rather kill me than to make me languish still to scruel

2:57:51in the tooth height thus thus to wound not kill outright yet there's a way found if thou please by sudden death to give me ease and thus devised do thou but this bequeath to me one parting kiss so super abundant joy shall be the executioner of me 130 kissing usually Bianca let me pay the jet I owe thee for a kiss that lends to me and I to thee will render ten for this if thou will say ten will not pay for that so rich a one I'll clear the sum if it will come under a million he must have right to that most might make payment for his pleasure by this I guess of happiness who has a little measure 131 upon the loss of his mistresses I have lost and lately

2:58:56these many dainty mistresses stately Julia prime of all saphon x the principal smooth and there for a skin white and heaven like crystalline sweet electra and the choice mirror for the lute and the voice next carina for her wit and the graceful use of it with gorilla all are gone only herics left alone for to number sorrow by their departure's hence and die 132 the wounded heart come bring your sampler and with art draw into wounded heart and dropping here and there not that I think that any dart can make yours bleed a tear or pierce it anywhere yet do it to this end that I am made by this secret sea though you can make that heart to bleed

3:00:00yours air will ache for me 133 his mistress to him at his farewell you may vow I'll not forget to pay the debt which to thy memory stands as due as fate can see the due take then tribute of my tears so long as I have fears to prompt me I shall ever languish and look but thy return seen ever oh then to lessen my despair print thy lips into the air so by this means I may kiss thy kiss when as some kind wind shall hither waft it and in you my lips shall send a thousand back to you 134 crutches thou ceased me lucho this year drew three zodiacs filled more I shall stoop let crutches then provided be to shore up my ability

3:01:06then while thou laughed I'll sigh and cry a ruin under prompt to my don't allow then my beetsman's gown and when so feeble I am grown as my weak shoulders cannot bear the burden of a grass-upper yet with the bench of aged sires and iron they keep terminifiers with my weak voice I'll sing or say some oeds I made elucier then will I heed my withered hand to jove the mighty for to stand thy faithful friend and to board down upon thee many a benison 135 to enthea and thia I am going hence with some small stock of innocence but yet those blessed gates I see with standing entrance unto me to pray for me to thou begin the port of then will let me in 136 to enthea now is the time when all the lights waxed dim and thou enthea must withdraw

3:02:18from him who was thy servant dearest bury me under that holiocore gospel tree where though thou ceased not thou misdink upon me when thou yearly ghost procession or for my honor they me in that tomb in which thy sacred relics shall have room for my enbalming sweetest there will be no spices wanting when I'm late by thee 137 to his lovely mistresses one night did the year my dearest beauties come and bring those do you drink offerings to my tomb when then she see my reverend ghost to rise and there to lick the fused sacrifice though paleness be the livery that I wear look ye not one or colorless for fear trust me I will not hurt ye or once show the least grim look or cast a frown on you nor shall the tapers when I'm there burned blue this I may do perhaps

3:03:26as I glide by cast on my girls at glance and loving I oh fold my arms and sigh because I've lost the world so soon and in it you the most then these no fears more on your fancy's fall though then I smile and speak no words at all 138 to parilla ah my parilla dust thou grieve to see me day by day to steal away from thee age calls me hence and my gray hairs bid come and haste away to my eternal home to not belong gorilla after this that I must give thee the supremeest kiss dead when I am first cast in salt and bring part of the cream from that religious spring with which burrilla wash my hands and feet that done then wind me in that very sheet which wrapped my smooth

3:04:31limbs when thou didst implore the gods protection but the night before follow me weeping to my turf and there let follow primrose and with it a tear then lastly let some weekly strewings be devoted to the memory of me then shall my ghost not walk about but keep still in the cool and silent shades of sleep 139 a meditation for his mistress you are too lip-seeing today but theorist 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 will force you hence and in an hour you are a sparkling rose it but yet lost that chased flesh and blood can show where you grew or stood you are a full spread

3:05:35bear set vine and can with tendrils love and twine yet dried air you to steal your wine you are like balm and closer to well in amber or some crystal shell yet lost air you transfuse your smell you are a dainty violet yet withered air you can be set within the virgin's coronet you are the queen all flowers among but die you must fair made air long as he the maker of this song 140 to the virgins to make much of time gather heroes buts while he may old time is still a flying and this same flower that smiles today tomorrow will be dying the glorious lamp of heaven the sun the higher he's a getting the sooner will his race be run and nearer he's to setting

3:06:39that age is best which is the first when youth and blood a warmer but being spent the worst and worst times still succeed the former then be not coy but use your time and while you may go marry for having lost but once your prime you may forever tary the end of section five 148 section six of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Eric this diphravoc's recording is in the public domain bred by Thomas Copeland epigrams 141 posting to printing let others to the printing press run fast since after death comes glory i'll not hast 142 his loss all has been plundered from

3:07:46me but my wit portranous self can lay no claim to it 143 things mortal still mutable things are uncertain and the more we get the more on icy pavements we are set 144 no man without money no man such rare parts have that he can swim if favor or occasion help not him 145 the present time best preser praise they that will times past i joy to see myself no live this age best please of me 146 want want is a softer wax that takes there on this that and every base impression

3:08:46147 satisfaction for sufferings for all our works of recompense is sure to sweet to think on what was hard to endure 148 writing when words we want love teaches to indict and what we blush to speak she bids us right 149 the definition of beauty beauty no other thing is than a beam flashed out between the middle and extreme 150 a mean in our means though franken sense the deities require we must not give all to the hallowed fire such be our gifts and such be our expense as for ourselves leave some frankincense 151 money makes the mirth when all birds else do

3:09:49of their music fail money is the still sweet singing night and gale 152 tears and laughter new style one month would take their life away now sweet but laugh should it not last today 153 upon tears tears though they are here below the sinners brine above they are the angel's bison wine 154 on love loves of itself too sweet the best of all is when loves honey has a dash of goal 155 peace not permanent great city seldom rest if there be none to invade from far they'll find worse foes at home 156 pardons those ends in war the best contentment bring whose peace

3:10:57is made up with a pardoning 157 truth and error twist truth and error there's this difference known error is fruitful truth is only one 158 wit punished prosperous most dread not the shackles all with unintent good wits get more fame by their punishment 159 burial man may want land to live in but for all nature finds out some place for burial 166 no pains no gains if little labor little are our gains man's fortunes are according to his pains 161 to youth drink wine

3:11:58and live here blightful while you may the morrow's life too late is live today 162 to enjoy the time while fate's permit us let's be merry pass all we must the fatal fairy and dis our life too worlds away with the rotation of the day 163 velocity quick of flight every time seem short to be that's measured by felicity but one half hour that's made up here with grief seems longer than a year 164 mirth true mirth resides not in the smiting skin the sweetest solace is to act no sin 165 the heart in prayer the lips near act the winning part without the sweet concurrence of the heart

3:13:00166 love what is love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love 167 dreams here we are all by day by night we are hurled by dreams each one into a several world 168 ambition in man ambition is the commons thing each one by nature loves to be a king 169 safety on the shore what though the seabee calm trust the shore ships have been drowned her late they danced before 170 upon a painted gentlewoman men say you're fair and fairy art is true but hark we praise the painter now not you 171 upon wrinkles wrinkles no more are more no less

3:14:11than beauty turn to sourness 172 casualties a good things that come of course far less to please than those which come by sweet contingencies 173 to live freely let's live in haste use pleasures while we may could life return could never lose a day 174 nothing free cost nothing comes free cost here joe will not let his gifts go from him if not bought with sweat 175 men's dying place uncertain man knows where first dish ships himself but he never can tell where shall his landing be 176 loss from the least great man by small means after overthrown

3:15:16he is lord of thy life who contempts his own 177 poverty and riches who with a little cannot be content endures an everlasting punishment 178 upon man man is composed here of a twofold part the first of nature and the next of art art presupposes nature nature she prepares the way for man's docileety 179 purposes no wrath of men or rage of seas can shake a just man's purposes no threats of tyrants so the grim visage of them can alter him but what he does at first intend that he holds firmly to the end 184 things make us happy here health is the first good

3:16:17lent to men a gentle disposition then next to be rich by no byways lastly with friends to enjoy our days 181 the watch man is a watch wound up at first but never wound up again once down is down forever the watch once down all motions then deceased the man's pal stopped all passion sleep in peace 182 upon the detractor I asked the oft what poets the history and likes the best still thou replies the dead I shall air long with green turfs covered be then sure thou felt like God that would envy me 183 on himself lived by thy muse thou shalt when others die

3:17:19leaving no famed long posterity when monarchies transchipped at our and gone here shall endure thy vast dominion nature and life 184 I call and I call I call who do you call the maids to catch this cow slip bowl but since these cow slips fading be and troth leave the flowers and maids take me yet if that neither you will do speak but the word and I'll take you 185 the succession of the four sweet months first April she with millow showers opens the way for early flowers then after her comes smiling may in a more rich and sweet array next enters June and brings us more gems than those two that went before then lastly July comes and she more wealth brings in than all those three

3:18:28186 to blossoms fair pledges of a fruitful tree why do you fall so fast your date is not so past but you may stay yet here a while to blush and gently smile and go at last what were you born to be an hour or half-still light and so to bid good night it was pity nature brought you forth made it to show your worth and lose you quite but you are lovely leaves where we may read how soon things have their end the nirsel grave and after they have shown their pride like you while they glide into the grave 187 the shower of blossoms love in a shower of blossoms came down and have drowned me with the same the blooms that fell were white and red but with such sweet scomingolid as whether this I cannot tell my sight was pleased more or my smell but true it was as I ruled there

3:19:35without a thought of hurt or fear love turned himself into a bee and with this javelin wounded me from which Miss Hap this use I make where most sweets are their lies a snake kisses and favors or sweet things but those have thorns and these have stings 188 to the rose song go happy rose and interwoven with other flowers bind my love tell her too she must not be longer flowing longer free that so often is fettered me say if she's fretful I have bands of pearl and gold to bind her hands tell her if she stirls still I have mythal rods that will for to tame though not to kill take them I blessing thus and go and tell of this but do not so lest a handsome anger fly like a

3:20:37lightning from her eye and burn the up as well as I 189 the funeral rights of the rose the rose sick and smiling died and being to be sanctified about the bed their sirens stood the sweet and flowery sisterhood some hung the head while some did bring to washer water from the spring some later forth while others went but all a solemn fast there kept the holy sisters some among the sacred dirge and trendalsong but are what sweet smelt everywhere as heaven had spent all perfumes there at last when prayers for the dead and rights were all accomplished they weeping spread a longy loom and clothes to up as in a tomb 190 the bleeding hand or the sprig of eggland time given

3:21:40to her maid from this bleeding hand of mine take this sprig of eggland time which those sweet unto your smell yet the fretful brayer would tell he who plucks the sweets shall prove many thorns to be in love 1191 to carnations a song stay while you will or go and leave no scent behind you yet trust me I shall know the place where I may find you within maluchia's cheek whose livery you wear play he at hide or seek I'm sure to find you there 1292 to pansies a cruel love must I endure by many scorns and find no cure say are thy medicines made to be helps to all others but to me I leave the and to pansies come comforts you'll afford me some you can ease my heart and do what love could

3:22:47never brought unto 1393 how pansies or heartsies came first frolic virgins once these were over loving living here being here the ends denied ran for sweet hearts mad and died love and pity of their tears and their loss in blooming years for their restless here spent hours gave them hearts ease turn to flowers 1494 why flowers change color these fresh beauties we can prove once were virgins sick of love turn to flowers still in some colors go and colors come 1595 the primrose ask me why I send you here this sweetened faunter of the year ask me why I send to you this primrose thus prepared with you

3:23:49I will whisper to your ears the sweets of love are mixed with tears ask me why this flower does show so yellow green and sickly to ask me why the stalk is weak and bending yet it does not break I will answer these discover what fainting hopes are in a lover 196 to primrose's filled with morning dew why do you weep sweet babes can tears speak grief in you who were born just as the modest mourn teamed her refreshing dew alas you have not known that shower that mar as a flower nor felt then kind breath of a blasting wind nor are you worn with years so warped as we who think it's strange to see such pretty flowers like the orphans young to speak by tears before you have a tongue speak whimpering younglings and make known the reason why you droop and we

3:24:55is it for want of sleep or childish lullaby or that you have not seen as yet the violent or brought a kiss from that sweetheart to this no no this sorrow shone by your tears shed would have this lecture read the things of greatest so of meanest worth conceived with grief are and with tears brought forth 197 to daisies not to shut so soon shut not so soon the dull light night has not as yet begun to make a seizure on the light or to seal up the sun no marigolds yet close at are no shadows great appear nor did the early shepherd star shine like a spangle here stay but till i julia close her life be getting i and let the whole world then dispose itself to live or die

3:25:59198 to daffodils fair daffodils we weep to see you haste away so soon as yet the early rising sun hath not attained his noon stay stay into the hasteing day has run but to the even song and having prayed together we will go with you along we have short time to stay as you we have a short spring as quick a growth to meet decay as you or anything we die as your hours do and dry away like to the summer's rain or as the pearls of morning stew near to a found again 199 to violets welcome maids of honor you to bring in the spring and wait upon her she has virgins many fresh and fair yet you are more sweet than any you are the maiden poses and so graced to be placed for damas grocers yet though thus respected

3:27:06by and by you do lie poor girls neglected 200 the apron of flowers together flowers saffo went and homework she did bring within her loni continent the treasure of the spring she smiling blushed and blushing smiled and sweetly blushing thus she looked as she'd been got with child by young phabones her apron gave as she did pass an odor more divine more pleasing to than ever was the lap of prospered by 201 the lily in a crystal you have beheld a smiling rose when virgins hands of drawn or it a cobweb lawn and here you see this lily shows tuned in a crystal stone more fair in this transparent case than when it grew alone and had but single grace you see how cream but naked is

3:28:07nor dancers in the eye without a strawberry or some fine tincture like to this which draws the sight there too more by that wantoning with it than when the paler you know mixture did admit you see how amber through the streams more gently strokes the sight with some concealed delight than when he darts his radiant beams into the boundless air where either too much light his worth the thought at once in pair or set it little forth put purple grapes or cherries into glass and they will send more beauty to commend them from that clean and subtle skin than if they naked stood and had no other pride at all but their own flesh and blood and tinctures natural thus lily rose great cherry cream and strawberry to stir more love when they transfer a weak a soft a broken beam than if they should discover at full their proper excellence without some seen cast over to juggle

3:29:10with the sense thus let this crystal lily be a rule how far to teach your nakedness must reach and that no further than we see those glaring colors laid by art's wise hand but to this end they should obey a shade lest they too far extend so though you're white as one or snow and have the power to move a world of men to love yet when your lawns and silks shall flow and that white cloud divide into a doubtful twilight then then will your hidden pride raise greater fires in man. 202 to meadows he have been fresh and green he have been filled with flowers and either walks have been where maids have spent their hours you will be held how they with wicker arcs did come to kiss and bear away the richer cow slips home you've heard them sweetly sing

3:30:11and sing them in a round each virgin like a spring with honeysuckles crowned but now we see none here who silvery feet to tread and with the sheveled hair adorned this smoother mead like unthrifts having spent your stock and needy grown your left here to lament your poor states alone 203 to a gentle woman objecting to him his gray hairs am I despised because you say mad are dissuere that I am gray no lady you have but your day and time will come when you shall wear such frost and snow upon your hair and when the long it comes to pass you question with your looking glass and in that sincere crystal sea but find no roast but in your cheek nor any bend to give the shoe where such a rare carnation grew then too late close in your chamber keeping it will be told that you are old by those true tears

3:31:18you're weeping 204 the changes to Corinna be not proud but now incline your soft ear to discipline you have changes in your life sometimes peace and sometimes strife you have ebbs of face and flows as your health or comes or goes you have hopes and doubts and fears numberless is all your hairs you have pulses that you beat high and passion less of heat your young what must be old and to these you must be told time air long will come and plow loaded furrows in your brow and the dimness of your eye will know other thing imply but you must die as well as I 205 upon Mr. Silas with Wheeler under the name of Amarillus sweet Amarillus by a spring soft and

3:32:22sole melting murmurings slept and thus sleeping did the flu a robin reddressed who at view not seeing her at all to stir brought leaves and moss to cover her but while he purking there did pry above the arch of either eye the lid began to let out day at which poor robin flew away and seeing her not dead but all disleaved he chirped for joy to see himself deceived 206 no fault in women no fault in women to refuse the offer which they most would choose no fault in women to confess how tedious they are in their dress no fault in women to lay on the tincture of a million and there to give the cheek a die of white where nature doth deny no fault in women to make show of largeness when there nothing so when through it is the outside

3:33:23swells with inward buckrum little else no fault in women though they be but seldom from suspicion free no fault in women kind at all if they would slip and never fall 207 the bag of the bee about the sweet bag of a bee two cupids fell at odds and whose the pretty prize should be they vowed to ask the gods which Venus hearing the other came and for their boldness stripped them and taking them from each his flame with rods of myrtle whipped them which done to still their wanton cries when choir grown she'd seen them she kissed and wiped their devel like eyes and gave the bag between them 208 the present or the bag of the bee fly to my mistress pretty pilfering bee and say that brings this honey bag from me when on her

3:34:24lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed mark if her tongue but slightly steal a taste if so we live if not with mournful hum told forth my death next to my burial calm 209 to the water nymphs drinking at the fountain reach with your wider hands to me some crystal of the spring and I about the cup shall see fresh lilies flourishing or else sweet nymphs do you bet this to the glass your lips incline and I shall see by that one kiss the water turned to why 210 how springs came first these springs were maidens once that loved but lost to that they most approved by store it tells by love they were turned to these springs which we see here the pretty

3:35:25whimpering that they make one of the banks they leave they take tells thee but this they are the same in nothing changed but in their name 211 to the handsome mistress grace potter as is your name so is your comely face touched everywhere with such diffused grace as that in all that admirable round there is not one least solissism found and as that part so every portion else keeps line for line with duties parallels 212 a hymn to the graces when I love as some have told love I shall when I am old oh you graces make me fit for the welcoming of it clean my rooms as temples be to entertain that deity give me words where with the woo subling and successful too winning boosters and with all

3:36:28manners each way musical sweetness to a lay my sour and unsmooed behavior for I know you have the skill vines to prove though not to kill and if any wood you see you can make a mercury 213 a hymn to love I will confess with cheerfulness love is a thing so likes me that let her lay on me all day I'll kiss the hand that strikes me I will not I now blubbering cry it how to later it pence me that I did fall to love at all since love so much contends me no no I'll be in fetters free while others they sit ringing their hands for pain I'll entertain the wounds of love with singing with flowers and wine and cakes divine to strike me I will tempt thee which done no more alcom before the endine altar is empty 214 upon love by way of question and answer I bring you

3:37:38love what will love do like and dislike you I bring you love what will love do stroke you to strike you I bring you love what will love do love will be full yet I bring you love what will love do each a to cool you I bring you love what will love do love gifts will send you I bring you love what will love do stalk you to spend you I bring you love what will love do love with fulfill you I bring you love what will love do kiss you to kill you 215 lovers how they come and part a jaiji's ring they bear about them still to be and not seen when and where they will they tread on clouds and though they sometimes fall they fall like

3:38:44dew and make no noise at all so silently they one to the other calm as colors steal into the pair or plum and air like leave no pressure to be seen where air they met or parting place has been 216 the kiss a dialogue among thy fancies tell me this what is the thing we call a kiss I shall resolve you what it is it is a creature born and bred between the lips all cherry red by love and warm desires fed and makes more soft the bridal bed it is an active flame that flies first to the babies of the eyes and charms them there with lullabies and stills the bride too when she cries then to the chin the cheek the ear it frisks and flies now here now there is now far off and then tis near and here and there and everywhere has it a speaking virtue yes

3:39:52how speaks it say do you but this part your joint lips then speaks your kiss and this loves sweetest languages as it a body i and wings with thousand rare in colorings and as it flies it gently sings love honey heels but never sings 217 comfort to a youth that had lost his love what needs complaints when she a play says with the race of saints in endless mirth she thinks not on what said or done in earth she sees no tears or any tone of thy deep groan she hears nor does she mind or think gone now that ever thou was kind but changed above she likes not there as she did hear thy love for bear therefore and lullus sleep thy woes and we know more 218 orpheus

3:40:58orpheus he went as poets tell to fetch riddacy from hell and had her but it was upon this short but strict condition backward he should not look while he led her through hell's obscurity but all it happened as he made his passage through that dreadful shade revolve he did his loving eye for gentle fear or jealousy and looking back that looked did sever him and riddacy forever 219 a request to the graces palm to my words if so that any be known guilty here of incivility let what is graceless discomposed and rude with sweetness smoothness softness be endured teach it to blush to curtsy lisp and show demure but yet full of temptation too numbers nere tickle or but lightly pleased unless they have some wanton carriages

3:42:02this if you do each piece will here be good and graceful made by your need sisterhood 220 a hymn to Venus and Cupid see born goddess let me be by thy son thus graced and thee that whenever I woo I find virgin's coy but not unkind let me when I kiss a maid taste her lips so overlaid with love syrup that I may in your temple when I pray kiss the altar and confess there's in love no bitterness 221 to bocus a canticle whether just thou hurry me bocus being full of the this way that way that way this here and there a fresh love is that does it like me this does please thus a thousand mistresses I have now yet I alone having all enjoy not one

3:43:06222 a hymn to bocus bocus let me drink no more wilder seas that want ashore when our drinking has no stint there is no one pleasure in it I have drank up for to please thee that great cup or kiles urge no more and there shall be daffodils given up to thee 223 a canticle to Apollo play fibos on the loot and we will sit all mute by listening to thy liar that sets all ears on fire hark hark the god does play and as he leads the way through heaven the very spheres as men turn all to ears 224 to music to become a sweet sick youth charms that call down the moon from outer sphere on the sick youth work your enchantments here

3:44:11bind up his senses with your numbers so as to entrance his pain or cure his woe Paul gently gently and a while him keep lost in the civil wilderness of sleep that done then let him dispossessed of pain like to a slumbering bride awake again 225 to music a song music the queen of heaven care charming spell that strikes distilleness into hell thou the tames to tigers and fear storms that rise with thy soul melting lullabies fall down down down from those thy charming spheres to charm our souls as thou enchantst our ears 226 soft music the melodotch of music most of the well in the soul when it doth rather sigh than sound

3:45:16227 to music begin to charm and as thou strokes my ears with thy enchantment melt me into tears then let thy active hands scud or thy liar and make my spirits frantic with the fire that done sink down into a silvery strain and make me smooth as ballman door again 228 the voice and vile rare is the voice itself but when we sing to loot or vile then to ravishing 229 to music to become his fever charmlessly and melt me so with thy delicious numbers that being ravished hence I go away in easy slumbers ease my sick head and make my bend thou power that canst sever for me the seal and quickly still though thou not kill my fever

3:46:20229 to the fire thou sweetly canst convert the same from a consuming fire into a gentle licking flame and make it thus expire then make me weep my pains asleep and give me such reposes that I poor I may think thereby I live and die amongst roses fall on me like a silent dew or like those maiden showers which by the people of day to strew a baptism or the flowers melt melt my pains with thy soft strains that having ease me given with full delight I leave this light and take my flight for heaven end of section six section seven of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick this livery box recording is in the public domain read by Thomas Copeland mousaille gravioris 230 a thanksgiving to god for his house

3:47:30Lord thou has given me a cell wear into dwell a little house whose humble roof is weatherproof under the spars of which I lie both soft and dry where thou my chamber for the ward has set a guard of harmless thoughts to watch and keep me while I sleep low is my porch as is my fate both void of state and yet the threshold of my door is worn by the poor who they there come and freely get good words or meet like as my parlour some my hall and kitchen small a little buttery and there in a little bin which keeps my little loaf of bread unchipped on fleed some brittle sticks of thorn or briar make me a fire close by whose living coal I sit and glow like it Lord I confess to when I dine the pulses dine and all those other bits that be there placed by thee the watch the person and the mess of watercress which of thy kindness thou hast sent and my content makes those

3:48:35and my beloved beat to be more sweet is thou that crowns my glittering heart with guiltless mirth and gives me wattle bowls to drink spiced to the brink Lord is thy plenty dropping hand that soils my land and gives me for my bushel sown twice ten for one that makes my teaming hen to lay her egg each day besides my healthful use to bear me twins each year the while the conduits of my kind run cream for wine all these and better thou dost send me to this end that I should render for my part a thankful heart which fired with incense I resign as holy thine but the acceptance that must be my Christ by thee 231 mountains or morning prayer when with the virgin morning though to strife crossing thyself come thus to sacrifice first wash thy heart in innocence then bring pure

3:49:41hands pure habits pure pure pure everything next to the altar humbly kneel and thence give up thy soul in clouds of frankincense thy golden sensors filled with odour sweet shall make thy actions with their ends to meet 232 good precepts or counsel in all thy need beat thou possessed still with a well-prepared dressed nor let the shackles make this head thou canst but have what others had and this for comfort thou must know times that are ill won't still be so clouds will not ever pour down rain a solid day will clear again first peels of thunder we must hear when lutes and harp shall stroke the ear 233 pray and prosper first offer incense then thy field and needs shall

3:50:42smile and smell the better by thy beads the spanglin dew dredged or the grass shall be turned all to male and man are there for thee butter of amber cream and wine and oil shall run as rivers all throughout thy soil wouldst thou to sincere silver turn thy mold pray once twice pray and turn thy ground to gold 234 the bell-man along the dark and sighted night with my lantern and my light and the tingling of my bell thus I walk and this I tell death and redfulness call on to the general session to whose dismal bar we there all accounts must come to clear scores of sins we've made here many wiped out few god knows if any rise ye debtors then and fall to make payment while I call on to this when I am gone by the clock is almost one 235 upon time time was upon the wing to

3:51:54fly away and I called on him but a while to stay but he'd begun for all that I could say he held out then a writing as he went and asked me when false man would be content to pay again what god and nature lent an hourglass in which were sands but few as he did pass he showed and told me to mine end near was and so away he flew 236 men mind no state in sickness that flow of gallants which approach to kiss thy hand from out the coach that fleet of lackeys which to run before thy swift pristilian those strong hoofed mules which we behold reigned in with purple pearl and gold and shod with silver proved to be the drawers of the axel tree thy wife thy children and the state of Persian looms and antique plate all these and more shall

3:52:56then afford no joy to thee their sickly lord 237 life is the body's light life is the body's light which once declining those crimson clouds of cheeks and lips leave shining those counter-changer tabbies in the air the sun once set all upon color are so when death comes fresh tinctures lose their place and dismal darkness then dust smudge the face 238 to the lady crew upon the death of her child why madam we longer weep when as your babies lull to sleep and pretty child feels now no more those pains that lately felt before all now is silent groans are fled your child lie still yet is not dead but rather like a flower hid here to spring again another year 239 upon a child

3:54:05that died here she lies a pretty bud lately made of flesh and blood who as soon fell fast asleep as her little eyes did peep give her to strings but not stir the earth that lightly covers her 240 upon a child here a pretty baby lies sung a sleep with lullabies pray be silent and not stir the easier that covers her 241 an epitaph upon a child virgins promised when I died that they would each primrose tide duly mourn at evening come and with flowers dress my tomb having promised pay your debts maids and hearst through violence 242 an epitaph upon a virgin here a solemn fast we keep while all beauty lies asleep hushed the

3:55:13old things no noise here but the toning of a tear or a sigh such as bring counselors for her covering 243 upon a maid here she lies in bed of spice fair as eve in paradise for her beauty it was such poets could not praise too much virgins come and in a ring her supremus requiem sing then depart but see ye tread lightly lightly or the dead 244 the dirge of Jeff this daughter sung by the virgins oh thou the wonder of all days oh paragon and pearl of praise oh virgin martyr ever blessed above the rest of all the maiden train we come and bring fresh truings to thy tomb thus thus and thus we compass round thy harmless and unhondered ground

3:56:21and as we sing thy dirge we will the daffodil and other flowers lay upon the altar of our love thy stone now wonder of all maids lies here of daughters all the dearest dear the eye of virgins nay the queen of this smooth green and all sweet maids from once we get the primrose and the violet too soon too dear did Jeff the buy by thy sad lost sour liberty his was the bond and covenant yet thou paged the debt the meant it made he won the day but for the conquest thou didst pay thy father brought with him along the olive branch and victor's song he slew the ammonites we know but to thy woe and in the purchase of our peace the cure was worse than the disease for which obedient zeal of thine we offer here before thy shrine our size for store acts

3:57:24tears for wine and to make fine and fresh thy herscloth we will hear four times bestrew the every year receive for this thy praise our tears receive this offering of our heirs receive these crystal vials filled with tears distilled from teeming eyes to these we bring each made her silver filleting to guild thy tomb besides these calls these laces ribbons and these falls these veils where with we used to hide the bashful bride when we conductor to her groom all all we lay upon thy tomb no more no more since thou are dead shall we air bring core brides to bid no more at yearly festivals we cow slip balls or chains of column barn shall make for this or that occasion's sake no no our maiden pleasures be wrapped in the winding sheet with thee

3:58:27till we are dead though not at grave or if we have one seed of life left is to keep a lent for thee to fast and weep sleep in thy peace by bed of spice and make this place all paradise may sweet scroll here and smoke from hence fat franken sense let balm and cashier send their scent from out thy maiden monument may no wolf howl or screech I'll stir a wing about thy sepulcher no boisterous winds or storms come hither to stargo wither thy soft sweet earth but like a spring love keep it ever flourishing may all shy maids at wanted hours come forth to strut thy tomb with flowers may virgins when they come the morn male incense burn upon nine altar then return and leave thee sleeping in thy earn 245 the widows tears or dirge of dorkus come pity us all ye who see our harp song of the widow tree

3:59:38come pity us ye passers by who see or hear poor widows cry come pity us and bring your ears and eyes to pity widows tears and when you are come hither then we will keep a fast and weep our eyes out all together for tabitha who dead lies here clean washed and laid out for the beer oh modest matrons weep and wail for now the corn and wine must fail the vascular and the binabred where with so many sores were fed sent empty here forever and all the poor at thy warm door shall be relieved it never well worth the time well worth the day that reftus of the tabitha but we have lost with thee the meal the ditch the morsels and the deal of gentle paste and yielding dough the dau on widows dig bestow all's gone and death has taken away from us our monday thus thy widows

4:00:40stand for say him ah dorkus dorkus now adieu we bid the crews and panneer to I and the flesh for and the fish doled to us in that lovely dish we take our leaves now of the loom from once the housewives clothed come the way before now nothing thou being dead the worst and thread is cut that made us clothing farewell the flaks and reaming wool with which thy house was plentiful farewell the coats the garments and the sheets the rugs made by thy hand farewell thy fire and thy light that never doubt by day or night no or thy zeal so speedy that found away by people day to feed and clothe the needy but all our last the almond bow and olive branch is withered now the wine press now is tain from us the saffron and the calumas the spice and spike nard hence is gone

4:01:46the store acts and the cinnamon the carol of our gladness has taken wing and our late spring of mirth is turned to sadness how wise was thou in all thy waves how worthy of respect and praise how matron like bids thou go dressed how soberly above the rest of those that prank it with their plumes and jettit with their choice perfumes thy vestures were not flowing nor did the street accuse thy feet of mincing in their going and though thou hear thy stead we see a deed beauty yet in thee how sweetly shows thy smiring face thy lips with all diffused grace thy hands the cold yet spotless white and comely as the crystallite thy belly like a hill is or as a neat clean heap of wheat all set about with thitties sleep with thy beauties here while we will show these

4:02:48garments made by thee these were the coats in these are red the monuments of dorkos did these were thy acts and thou shalt have these hungers honors or thy grave and after us distress it should fame be done thy very tomb would cry out thou art blessed 246 upon his sister-in-law mistress Elizabeth Herrick first for if youions due unto the dead my solemn vows have here accomplished next how I love thee that my grief must tell wherein thou lived forever dear farewell 247 to his kin's woman mistress Susanna Herrick when I consider dearest thou dost stay but here a while to languish and decay like to these garden glories which here be the flowery sweet resemblance as of thee with grief of heart may think

4:03:54side thus to cry would thou had snarve and born or might not die 248 on himself I'll write no more of love but now repent of all those times that I in it have spent I write no more of life but wish was ended and that my dust was to the earth commended 249 his wish to privacy give me a cell to dwell where no foot hath a path there will I spend and end my wearyed years in tears 250 to his paternal country oh earth earth earth hear thou my voice and be loving and gentle for to cover me banished from thee I live near to return unless thou gives my small remains and earn

4:04:58251 cock crow bell men of night if I about shall go for to deny my master do thou crow thou stopped st. Peter in the midst of sin stay me by crowing ere I do begin better it is premonished for to shun a sin than fall to weeping when it is done 252 to his conscience and I not sin but thou will be my private protonotary can I not woo thee to pass by a short and sweet iniquity I'll cast a mist and cloud upon my delicate transgression so what her dark as that no eye shall see thou divinity ift's blind the wise and bribes to please and wind all other witnesses and will not thou with gold be tied to lay thy penit

4:06:00ink aside that in the mercant hungless night want and I may and thou not right heard will not be and therefore now for times to come thou make this vow from aberrations to live free so I'll not fear the judge or thee 253 to heaven open thy gates to him who weeping weights and might come in but that held back my sin let mercy be so kind to set me free and I will straight come in or force the gate 254 and owed the birth of our Savior in numbers and but these few I sing thy birth oh Jesus thou pretty baby born here with superbundan scorn here who for thy princely port here had for thy

4:07:01place of birth the base outstable for thy court here instead of neat and closures of interwoven osures instead of fragrant poses of daffodils and roses thy cradle kingly stranger as gospel tells was nothing else but here a homely manger but we with silks not cruells with sundry precious jewels and lilywork will just thee and as we dispossessed thee of clouts we'll make a chamber sweet babe for thee of ivory and plastered round with amber the jewels they did disdain thee but we will entertain thee with glories to await here upon thy princely state here and more for love than pity from year to year will make thee here a freeborn of our city 255 to his Savior a child a present by a child go pretty child and bear this flower unto thy little

4:08:06Savior and tell him by that bud now blown he is the rose of Sharon known when the host said so stick it there upon his bit bore stomacher and tell him for good handsel too that thou has brought a whistle new made of a clean straight ocean reed to charm his cries at time of need tell him for coral that has none but if thou hadst he should have one but poor thou art and known to be even as monadilous as he lastly if thou canst win a kiss from those malifluous lips of his then never take a second on to spoil the first impression 256 grace for a child here a little child I stand heeding up by either hand cold as paddocks though they be here I lift them up to thee bore a benison to fall on our meat

4:09:07and on us all I'm in 257 his litany to the Holy Spirit in the hour of my distress when temptations me oppress and when I my sins confess sweet spirit comfort me when I lie within my bed sick in heart and sick in head and with doubts discomforted sweet spirit comfort me when the house does sigh and weep and the world is drowned in sleep yet mine eyes the watch to keep sweet spirit comfort me when the artist doctor sees no one hope but of his fees and his skill runs on the leaves sweet spirit comfort me when his potion of his pill has more none or little skill meet for nothing but to kill sweet spirit comfort me when the passing belt of toll and the furies in a show come to fright aparting

4:10:10soul sweet spirit comfort me when the tapers now burn blue when the comforters are few and that number more than true sweet spirit comfort me when the priest is last hearth prayed and I nod to what is said because my speech is not accade 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 when the temptor me pursue with the sins of all my youth and half dams me with untruth sweet spirit comfort me when the flames and hellish cries fright my ears and fright my eyes and all terrors me surprise sweet spirit comfort me when the judgment is revealed and that opened which was sealed when to the eye have appealed sweet spirit comfort me 258 to death love which may come away and I'll no

4:11:17longer stay than for to shed some tears for faults of former years and to repent some crimes done in the present times and next to take a bit of bread and wine with it to dawn my robes of love fit for the place above to gird my loins about with charity throughout and so to travel hence with feet of innocence these done I lonely cry God mercy and so die 259 to his sweet savior night has no wings to him that cannot sleep and time seems then not put a fly but creep slowly her chariot drives as if that she had broke her wheel of cracked her axel tree just so it is with me who listening pray the winds to blow the tedious night away that I might see the cheerful peeping day sick is my heart oh save your do thou pleased to make my dead soft in my sicknesses

4:12:23lighten my candle so that I beneath sleep not forever in the vaults of death let me thy voice be times it morning here cold and I'll come say thou the wind and wear draw me but first and after the I'll run and make no one stop till my race be done 260 eternity oh years and age farewell behold I go where I do know infinity to dwell and these mine eyes shall see all times how they are lost in sea of vast eternity where never moon shall sway the stars but she and night shall be drowned in one endless day 261 the white island or place of the blessed in this world the Isle of dreams while we sit by sorrow streams tears and terrors are our themes reciting

4:13:28but when once from hence we fly more and more approaching nigh under young eternity uniting in that wider island where things are ever more sincere candor here and lust are there delighting there no monstrous fancy shall out of hell and or call or create or cause a tall frighting there in calm and cooling sleep we are eyes shall never steep but eternal watch shall keep attending pleasures such as shall pursue me immortalized and you and fresh joys as never too have ending end of section seven end of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick edited by Francis Turner Paul Grave