Sadly I walk’d within the field,To see what comfort it would yield;And as I went my private way,An olive-branch before me lay;And seeing it, I made a stay,And took it up, and view’d it; thenKissing the omen, said Amen;Be, be it so, and let this beA divination unto me;That in short time my woes shall cease,And love shall crown my end with peace. Robert Herrick (baptized 24...
In the morning when ye rise
In the morning when ye rise,Wash your hands and cleanse your eyes.Next be sure ye have a careTo disperse the water far;For as far as that doth light,So far keeps the evil sprite.
By Robert Herrick
The Sadness Of Things For Sappho’s Sickness.
Lilies will languish; violets look ill;Sickly the primrose; pale the daffodil;That gallant tulip will hang down his head,Like to a virgin newly ravished;Pansies will weep, and marigolds will wither,And keep a fast and funeral together;Sappho droop, daisies will open never,But bid good-night, and close their lids for ever.
Robert Herrick (baptized 24 August 1591 – buried 15 October 1676