On Tomasin Parsons.

Grow up in beauty, as thou dost begin,
And be of all admired, Tomasin.

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

Upon Center, A Spectacle-Maker With A Flat Nose.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Ultimus Heroum: Or, To The Most Learned, And To The Right Honourable, Henry, Marquis Of Dorchester.

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The Bedman, Or Gravemaker.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To His Saviour. The New-Year's Gift.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay
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To Cherry-Blossoms.

Ye may simper, blush and smile,
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To Mistress Dorothy Parsons.

If thou ask me, dear, wherefore
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To A Bed Of Tulips.

Bright tulips, we do know
You had your coming hither,
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Beauty.

Beauty's no other but a lovely grace
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