Another. (Abel's Blood)

The blood of Abel was a thing
Of such a rev'rend reckoning,
As that the old world thought it fit
Especially to swear by it.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

Robert Herrick

To God.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To The Right Honourable Edward, Earl Of Dorset.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To His Nephew, To Be Prosperous In His Art Of Painting.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Felicity Quick Of Flight

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Abel's Blood.

Speak, did the blood of Abel cry
To God for vengeance? Yes, say I,
Ev'n as the sprinkled blood called on
God for an expiation.

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Another. (On Love.)

Where love begins, there dead thy first desire:
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

Robert Herrick

Another. (Upon Himself.)

Love he that will, it best likes me
To have my neck from love's yoke free.

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Another. (Virgin Mary)

As sunbeams pierce the glass, and streaming in,
No crack or schism leave i' th' subtle skin:
So the Divine Hand worked and brake no thread,
But, in a mother, kept a maidenhead.

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To His Book. Another.

Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need,
The place where swelling piles do breed;
May every ill that bites or smarts
Perplex him in his hinder parts.

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Another. (Upon M. Ben. Jonson. Epig.)

Thou had'st the wreath before, now take the tree,
That henceforth none be laurel-crown'd but thee.

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