Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee;
Where will he kiss, next drunk, conjecture ye.
False Mourning.
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
The Virgin Mary.
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
An Ode To Master Endymion Porter, Upon His Brother's Death
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
His Lachrymæ; Or, Mirth Turned To Mourning.
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry