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Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee;Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye.
Robert Herrick
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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.
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The Fast, Or Lent.
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
Upon M. Ben. Jonson. Epig.
Upon His Kinswoman, Mistress Bridget Herrick.
Sweet Bridget blush'd, and therewithalFresh blossoms from her cheeks did fall.I thought at first 'twas but a dream,Till after I had handled themAnd smelt them, then they smelt to meAs blossoms of the almond tree.
Upon A Blear-Ey'd Woman.
Wither'd with years, and bed-rid Mumma lies;Dry-roasted all, but raw yet in her eyes.
The Shoe-Tying.
Anthea bade me tie her shoe;I did; and kissed the instep too:And would have kissed unto her knee,Had not her blush rebuked me.
Upon Her Weeping.
She wept upon her cheeks, and weeping so,She seem'd to quench love's fire that there did glow.
To Anthea.
Ah, my Anthea! Must my heart still break?(Love makes me write, what shame forbids to speak.)Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;Then to that twenty add a hundred more:A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,To make that thousand up a million.Treble that million, and when that is doneLet's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.But yet, though love likes well such scenes as these,There is an act that will more fully please:Kissing and glancing, soothing, all make wayBut to the acting of this private play:Name it I would; but, being blushing red,The rest I'll speak when we meet both in bed.
On Gilly-Flowers Begotten.
What was't that fell but nowFrom that warm kiss of ours?Look, look! by love I vowThey were two gilly-flowers.Let's kiss and kiss again,For if so be our closesMake gilly-flowers, thenI'm sure they'll fashion roses.