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"Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick" showcases the timeless beauty and depth of Herrick's poetry, reflecting themes of love, nature, and the transient nature of life. His lyrical verses capture the essence of human emotion and the fleeting moments that define our existence, offering listeners a chance to connect with the universal experiences of joy and sorrow. The enduring quality of Herrick's work lies in its ability to evoke a sense of nostalgia and appreciation for life's simple pleasures, making it just as relevant today as it was in the 17th century. This selection invites you to immerse yourself in the rich tapestry of Herrick's words, celebrating the artistry and insight that continues to resonate through the ages.

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Epglyce can be used with or without topical corticosteroids. Don't use if you are allergic to Epglyce. Allergic reactions can occur that can be severe. I-problems can occur. Tell your doctor if you have newer, worsening eye problems, you should not receive a live vaccine when treated with Epglyce. Before starting Epglyce, tell your doctor if you have a parasitic infection, paid partnership with Lily. Respect your time. Ask your doctor about Epglyce and visit Epglyce.com, or call 1-800-LilyRx or 1-800-545-5979. Section 1 of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrett. This is a liver box recording. All liver box recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit liverbox.org, read by Thomas Copeland. The selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrett. Preface by the editor, Francis Turner Paul Grave. Robert Herrett, born 1591, died 1674. Those who most admire the poet from whose many pieces his selection only here is offered,

will it is probable feel most strongly with the editor that excuses needed for an attempt of an obviously presumptuous nature. The choice made by any selector invites challenge. The admission perhaps of some poems, the absence of more will be censured. Whilst others may holic condemn the process in virtue of an argument not unfrequently advanced of late, that a writer's judgment on his own work is to be considered final. And his book to be taken as he left it, or left altogether. A literal reproduction of the original text being occasionally included in this requirement. If poetry were composed solely for her faithful band of true lovers and true students, such as, similarly, as that last indicated, would have claims irresistible. But if the first and last object of this, as of the other fine arts, may be defined in language borrowed from a different range of thought, as the greatest pleasure of the greatest number, it is certain that less stringent forms of reproduction are required and

justified. The great majority of readers cannot bring either leisure or taste or information, sufficient to take them through a large mass at any rate of ancient verse, not even if it be Spencer's or Milton's. Manners and modes of speech again have changed, and much that was admissible centuries since, or at least sought admission, has now, by a law against which protest is idle, lapsed into the Indecorus. Even on accustomed forms of spelling or an effort to the eye, a kind of friction, which diminishes the ease and adjoin of the reader. These entrances and clogs of very diverse nature cannot be disregarded by poetry. In common with everything which aims at human benefit, she must work not only for the faithful. She has also the duty of conversion. Like a messenger from heaven, it is hers to inspire, to console, to elevate, to convert the world in a word to herself. Every rough place that slackens her footsteps must be made smooth. Nor in

this art need Debbie fear that the way will ever be vulgarized by too much ease, nor that she will be loved less by the elect for being loved more widely. Passing from these general considerations, it is true that a selection framed in conformity with them, especially if one of our older poets be concerned, parts with a certain portion of the pleasure which poetry may confer. A writer is most thoroughly to be judged by the whole of what he printed. A selector inevitably holds too despotic a position over his author. The frankness of speech which we have abandoned is an interesting evidence how the tone of manners changes. The poet's own spelling and punctuation bear, or may bear, a gleam of his personality. But such last drops of pleasure are the reward of fully formed taste, and fully formed taste cannot be reached without full knowledge. This we have noticed most readers cannot bring. Hence, despite all drawbacks, an anthology may have its place.

A book which tempts many to read a little will guide some to that more profound and loving study of which the result is the full accomplishment of the poet's mission. We have probably no poet to whom the reasons he advanced to justify the invidious task of selection apply more fully and forcibly than to Heric. Highly, as he is to be rated among our lyrists, no one who reads through his 1400 pieces can reasonably doubt that whatever may have been the influences, holy unknown to us, which determined the contents of his volume, severe taste was not one of them. Pecad Fortateire, his exquisite directness and simplicity of speech repeatedly takes such form that the book cannot be offered to a very large number of those readers who would most enjoy it. The spelling, as of one's arbitrary and obsolete. Lastly, the complete reproduction of the original text with explanatory notes

edited by Mr. Grossart supplies materials equally full and interesting for those who may happily be allured by this little book to master one of our most attractive poets in his integrity. In Heric's single own edition of his parodies and noble numbers, but little arrangement is traceable. Hey, it's Kelly Rowland. You may not know this, but I have Exama, so I get how it can still your time. But why let Exama take over when you can talk to your doctor about Epglyce? Epglyce, Lebrichizmab, LBKZ, a 250-mg per 2-ml-liter injection, is a prescription medicine used to treat adults and children 12 years of age and older, who weigh at least 88 pounds or 40 kilograms with moderate to severe Exama. Also called a topic dermatitis that is not well controlled with prescription therapies used on the skin, or topicals, or who cannot use topical therapies, Epglyce can be used with or without topical corticosteroids. Don't use if you are allergic to Epglyce. Allergic reactions can occur that can be severe. I problems can occur. Tell your doctor

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as progressive aspects of a landscape than as territorial demarcations. Pieces bearing on the poet as such are placed first. Then those vaguely definable as of a daily character, his girls, epigrams, poems on natural objects, some character and life. Lastly, a few in his religious vein. For the text, although reference has been made to the original of 1647-8, Mr. Grossart's excellent reprint has been mainly followed. And to that addition, this book is indebted for many valuable exegetical notes, kindly placed at the editor's disposal. But for much fuller elucidation, both of words and illusions, and of the person's mentioned, readers are referred to Mr. Grossart's volumes, which, like the same scholar's Sydney and Dunn, for the first time give Herika place among books not printed only but edited. Robert Herik's personal fate is in one point like Shakespeare's.

We know or seem to know them both through their works with singular intimacy, but with this our knowledge substantially ends. No private letter of Shakespeare, no record of his conversation, no account of the circumstances in which his writings are published remains. Hardly any statement how his greatest contemporaries ranked him, a group of Herik's youthful letters on business has indeed been preserved, of his life and studies, of his reputation during his own time, almost nothing. For whatever facts affectionate diligence could now gather, readers are referred to Mr. Grossart's introduction. But if to supplement the picture inevitably imperfect which this gives, we turn to Herik's own book, we learn little biographically, except the names of a few friends, that his general sympathies were with the royal cause, and that he weiried in Devonshire for London. So far as is known he published but this one volume, and that, when not far from his sixtieth year,

some pieces may be traced in earlier collections, some few carry ascertainable dates, the rest lie over a period of nearly forty years during a great portion of which we have no distinct account where Herik lived, or what were his employments. We know that he's shown with Ben Johnson and the wits at the nights and suppers of those gods of our glorious early literature. We may fancy him at Bow Manor or Houghton with his uncle and cousins, keeping a lestisher Christmas in the Manor House, or again in some sweet southern county with Julia and Anthea, Carina and Dianneem by his side, familiar then by other names now, never to be remembered. Sitting Mary but with just the sadness of one who hears sweet music, in some meadow among his favorite flowers of springtime, there, all where the rose lingers latest, but the dream, the fancy, is all the time as spared us. And if it be curious that his contemporary should have left so little

record of this delightful poet, and as we should infer from the book, genial-hearted man, it is not less so that the single first edition should have satisfied the seventeenth century, and that before the present, notices of Herik should be of the rarest occurrence. The artists claim to exist is however always far less to be looked for in his life than in his art, upon the secret of which the fullest biography can tell us little, as little perhaps as criticism can analyze its charm. But there are a few of our poets who stand less in need than Herik of commentaries of this description, in which too often we find little more than a dull or flawed prose version of what the author has given us admirably in verse. Apart from obsolete words or illusions, Herik is the best commentator upon Herik. A few lines only need therefore here be added, aiming rather to set forth his place in the sequence of English poets, and especially in

regard to those near his own time, then to point out in detail beauties which he unveils in his own way, and so most durably and delightfully. When our muses, silent or sick for a century or more after Chaucer's death, during the years of war and revolution, reappeared, they brought with them foreign modes of art, ancient and contemporary, in the forms of which they began to set to music, the new material which the age supplied. At the very outset indeed, the moralizing philosophy, which has characterized the English from the beginning of our national history, appears in the writers of the troubled times lying between the last redinal years of Henry VIII and the first of his great daughter. But with the happier hopes of Elizabeth's succession, poetry was once more distinctly followed, not only as a means of conveying thought, but as a fine art, and hence something constrained and artificial blends with the freshness of the Elizabethan literature.

For its great underlying elements it necessarily reverts to those embodied in our own earlier poets, Chaucer above all, to whom, after barely 150 years, men looked up as a father of song. But in points of style and treatment, the poets of the 16th century lie under a double external influence, that of the poets of Greece and Rome, known either in their own tongues or by translation, and that of the modern literatures which had themselves undergone the same classical impulse. Italy was the source most regarded during the more strictly Elizabethan period. Once its lyrical poetry and the dramatic in a less degree are colored much less by pure and severe classicism with its closeness to reality, than by the allegorical and elaborate style, fancy and fact curiously blended, which had been generated in Italy under the peculiar and local circumstances of her pilgrimage in literature and art from the age of Dante onwards.

Whilst that influence lasted, such brilliant pictures of actual life, such directness, movement, and simplicity in style as Chaucer often shows, were not yet again attainable. And although satire, narrative, the poetry of reflection, were meanwhile not wholly unknown, yet they only appear in force at the close of this period. And then also, the pressure of political and religious strife veiled in poetry during the greater part of Elizabeth's actual reign under the forms of pastoral and allegory, again imperiously breaks in upon the gracious but somewhat slender and artificial fashions of England's helicon. The Dio Numen, Cedesque Qu tie, which in some degree the Elizabethan poets offer, disappear. Until, filling the central years of the 17th century, we reach an age as barren for inspiration of new song as the Wars of the Roses. Although the great survivors from earlier years

masked this sterility, masking also the revolution in poetical manner and matter, which we can see secretly preparing in the later Cavalier poets, but which was not clearly recognized before the time of Dryton's culmination. In the period here briefly sketched, what is Herrick's portion? His verse is eminent for sweet and gracious fluency. This is a real note of the Elizabethan poets. His subjects are frequently pastoral with the classical tinge, more or less slight, infused. His language, though not free from exaggeration, is generally free from intellectual conceits and distortion and is eminent throughout for a youthful naivete. Such also are qualities of the latter 16th century literature. But if these characteristics might lead us to call Herrick the last of the Elizabethans, born out of due time, the differences between him and them are not

less marked. Herrick's directness of speech is accompanied by an equally clear and simple presentment of his thought. We have perhaps no poet who writes more consistently and earnestly with his eye upon his subject. An allegorical or mystical treatment is alien from him. He handles awkwardly the few traditional fables which he introduces. He is also wholly free from italianizing tendencies. His classicalism even is that of an English student, of a schoolboy indeed, if he be compared with a Johnson or a Milton, Herrick's personal eulogies on his friends and others further, witnessed to the extension of the field of poetry after Elizabeth's age, in which his enthusiastic geniality, his quick and easy transitions of subject have also little precedent. If again we compare Herrick's book with those of his fellow poets for a hundred years before, very few other traces which he gives of imitation or even of study. During the long interval

between Herrick's entrance on his Cambridge and his clerical careers, an interval all but wholly obscure to us, it is natural to suppose that he read that any rate is Elizabethan predecessors, yet beyond those general similarities already noticed, the editor can find no positive proof of familiarity. Compare Herrick with Marlow, Green, Breton, Draton or other pretty pastoralists of the Elecon, his general and radical unlikeness is what strikes us. It's fall in Jeep Country and during the drive into fall sales event, get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained, like Jeep Wrangler, confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever, Jeep Grand Cherokee, and freedom that can't be denied, with the open air freedom and Jeep Gladiator. After 85 years, it's no surprise that Jeep became America's SUV brand, get a great deal during the Jeep Drive into Fall Sales event. Jeep is one more awards over its lifetime than any other SUV brand, cheap in the Jeep Grill or Registered Trademarks of FCAUS LLC.

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Wireless T is even more remote from the passionate intensity of Sydney and Shakespeare, the Italian graces and Spencer, the pensive beauty of Parthenofil, of Della, of Fidesza, of the Haccatompathia and the Tears of Fancy. Norris Herrick's resemblance dearer to many of the contemporaries who have been often grouped with him. He has little in common with the courtly elegance, the learned polish, which two rarely redeem commonplace and conceits in Kerry, Habington, Loveless, Cooley or Waller. Herrick has his conchetti also, but they are in him generally true place of fancy. He writes throughout far more naturally than these learists, who on the other hand in their unfrequent successes reach a more complete and classical form of expression. Thus, when Kerry speaks of an aged fair one, when beauty youth and all sweet sliver, love may return, but lovers never. Cooley of his mistress, love in her sunny eyes does

basking play, love walks the pleasant maces of her hair, or take loveless to look aster, Waller in his gold-lovely rose. We have a finish and condensation which Herrick hardly attains, a literary quality alien from his Woodnotes Wild, which may help us to understand the very small appreciation he met from his age. He had a pretty pastoral gale of fancy, said Phillips, cursorily dismissing Herrick in his Theatrum. Now it's expecting how inevitably artifice and mannerism, if fashionable for a while, pass into forgetfulness, whilst the simple cry of nature but take in her permanence. Dun and Marvell, stronger men, leave also no mark on our poet. The elaborate thought the metrical harshness of the first could find no counterpart in Herrick. Whilst Marvell, beyond him in imaginative power, though twisting it too often into contortion

to excess, appears to have been little known as a lyrist then, as indeed his great merits have never reached anything like due popular recognition. Yet Marvell's natural description is nearer Herrick's infillicity and insight than any of the poets named above. Nor again do we trace anything of Herbert or Vaughan in Herrick's noble numbers, which, though unfairly judged of Heldins and Seer, are obviously far distant from the intense conviction, the depth and inner fervor of his high-tone contemporaries. It is among the great dramatists of this age that we find the only English influences palpably operative on this singularly original brighter. The greatest in truth is holy absent, and it is remarkable that although Herrick may have joined in the wit-contests and genialities of the literary clubs in London soon after Shakespeare's death, and certainly lived in friendship with some who had known him, yet his name is never mentioned in

the political commemorations of the Asperities. In Herrick echoes from Fletcher's idyllic pieces in the faithful shepherds are faintly traceable. From his songs, hear what love can do, and the lusty spring more distinctly. But to Ben Johnson, whom Herrick addresses as his patron saint in song and ranks on the highest list of his friends, his obligations are much more perceptible. In fact, Johnson's non-dramatic poetry, The Epigrams and Forest of 1616, The Underwoods of 1641, he died in 1637, supply models, generally admirable in Port of Art, though a very unequal merit in their execution and contents of the principal forms under which we may range Herrick's Asperities. The graceful love song, the celebration of feasts and wit, the Enchomia of Friends, The Epigram as then understood, are all here represented. Even Herrick's vein of natural

description is prefigured in the Oads to Pencers and Sir Robert Roth of 1616, and it is in the religious pieces of the noble numbers, for which Johnson afforded the least copious precedence, that as a rule, Herrick is least successful. Even if we had not the verses of his own book, the most note worthy of which are here printed as Prefitori, in proof that Herrick was no careless singer but a true artist working with conscious knowledge of his art, we might have inferred the fact from the choice of Johnson as his model. That great poet, as Claren't and Jusly remarked, had judgment to order and govern fancy rather than excess of fancy, his productions being slow and upon deliberation. No writer could be better fitted for the guidance of one so fancy free his Herrick, to whom the curb, in the old phrase, was more needful than the spur, and whose invention,

more fertile and varied than Johnson's, was ready at once to fill up the modes of form provided. He does this with a lively facility, contrasting much with the evidence of labor in his master's work. Sloaness and deliberation are the last qualities suggested by Herrick. Yet it may be doubted whether the volatile ease, the effortless grace, the wild bird-like fluency, with which he scatters his loose notes in the waste of air, are not in truth the results of exquisite art, working in cooperation with the gifts of nature. The various readings which are a few remaining manuscripts, or printed versions of supplied to Mr. Grosser's introduction, attest the minute and curious care with which Herrick polished and strengthened his own work. His airy facility, his seemingly spontaneous melodies, as with Shelley, his counterpart in pure lyrical art within this century,

were earned by conscious labor. Perfect freedom was begotten of perfect art, nor indeed have excellence and permanence any other parent. With the error that regards Herrick as a careless singer, is closely twined that which ranks him in the school of that master of elegant petinus, who has usurped and abused the name Anacrian. As a mere light-hearted writer of pastures, a gay and frivolous renaissance amorist. He has indeed those elements, but with them is joined the seriousness of an age which knew that the light-mask of classicalism and bucolic allegory could be worn only as an ornament, and that life held much deeper and further reaching issues than were visible to the narrow horizons within which Horace or Marshall circumscribed the range of their art. Between the most intensely political and so greatest among the French poets of this century and Herrick are many points of lightness. He too, with Alfred de Mousse, might have said,

Unimons' esperanza traverse la terre. Malgré nous, vers le ciel du Foulevelez-les-us. Indeed, Herrick's deepest debt to ancient literature lies not in the models which he directly imitated, nor in the anachreantic tone which, with singular felicity, he has often taken. These are common too many writers with him, nor will he who cannot learn more from the great ancient world ever rank among poets of high order or enter the innermost sanctuary of art. But the power to describe men and things as the poets sees them with simple sincerity, insight, and grace, to paint scenes and imaginations as perfect organic holes, carrying with it the gift to clothe each picture as if by unurring instinct in fit, metrical form, giving to each its own music, beginning without affectation and rounding off without effort. The power in a word to leave simplicity, sanity, and beauty as the last impressions

lingering on our minds, these gifts are at once the true bequest of classicalism and the reason why, until modern effort equals them, the study of that Hellenic and Latin poetry in which these gifts are eminent above all other literatures, yet created, must be essential. And it is success in precisely these exilences which is here claimed for Herrick. He is classical in the great and eternal sense of the phrase, and much more so, probably than he was himself aware of. No poet in fact is so far from dwelling in a past or foreign world. It is the England, if not of 1648, at least of his youth, in which he lives and moves and loves. His bucolics show no trace of Sicily, his anthea and Julia, where no buckles of the purest gold nor have anything about them foreign to middle sex or devon. Herrick's imagination has no far horizons, like burns and crab, fifty years since, or barns, that exquisitely neglected

pastoralist of Fair Dorset, perfect within his narrower range as Herrick. Today, it is his own native land only which he sees in paints. Even the fairy world in which, at whatever inevitable interval, he is second to Shakespeare, is pure English, or rather his elves live in an elfin county of their own, and are all but severed from humanity. Within that greater circle of Shakespeare, where Oberon and Ariel, their fellows move, aiding or injuring mankind, and reflecting human life in a kind of unconscious parody, Herrick cannot walk. And it may have been due to his good sense and true feeling for art, that here, where resemblance might have seemed probable, he borrows nothing from mid-Summer Night's Dream or Tempest. If we are moved by the wider range of Byrons or Shelley sympathies, there is a charm also in this sweet insularity of Herrick,

narrowness perhaps, yet carrying with it a healthful reality absent from the vapid and artificial cosmopolitanism that did such wrong and goodest genius. If he has not the exotic blooms and strange soldiers which poets who derive from literature show in their conservatories, Herrick has the fresh breeze and time-bed fragrance of open moorland, the grace and greenery of English meadows, with Homer and Dante too, he shares the strength and inspiration which come from touch of a man's native soil. What has been here sketched is not planned so much as a criticism inform on Herrick's poetry, as an attempt to seize his relations to his predecessors in contemporaries. If we now tentatively inquire what place may be assigned to him in our literature at large, Herrick has no single lyric to show equal in pomp of music, brilliancy, addiction, or elevation

of sentiment to some which Spencer before, Milton in his own time, Dryden and Gray, Wordsworth and Shelley, since have given us. Nor has he, as already noticed, the peculiar finish and reserve, if the phrase may be allowed, traceable though rarely in Ben Johnson and others of the 17th century. It does not want passion, yet his passion wants concentration. It is too ready also to dwell on externals. Imagination with him generally appears clothed in forms of fancy. Among his contemporaries, they take crash-os wishes, Sir J. Beaumont's elegy on his child, Jervais, take Bishop King's surrender. My once dear love, hapless that I no more must call thee so. The rich affections store that fed our hopes lies now exhaust and spent, like sums of treasure and a bankrupt's length.

We either did nothing study but the way to love each other, with which thoughts the day rose with delight to us and with them set, must learn the hateful art how to forget. Fold back our arms, take home our fruitless loves, that must new fortunes try, like turtle dubs dislodged from their haunts. We must in tears unwind a love knit up in many years. In this one kiss I hear surrender thee back to thyself, so thou again ought free. Take eight lines by some old unknown northern singer. When I think on the happy days I spend with you, Madiri, and now what lands between us lie? How can I be but eerie? How slow you move, you heavy horse, as you were way and weary? It wasness say you glinted by when I was we, Madiri. Oh, there is an intensity here, not a passion beyond the deepest of herix.

This tone, whether from temperament or circumstance or scheme of art, is wanting to the asperities and noble numbers. Nor does herix liars, sweet and varied as it is, own that purple cord, that more in woven harmony possessed by poets of greater depth and splendor by Shakespeare and Milton often by Spencer more rarely. But if we put aside these greater gods of song with Sydney, in the editor's judgment, Herix mastery, to use a brief expression, both over nature and over art, clearly assigns to him the first place as lyrical poet, in the strict and pure sense of the phrase among all who flourished during the interval between Henry V and a hundred years since. Single pieces of equal, a few of higher quality we have indeed meanwhile received, not only from the master singers who did not confine themselves to the lyric, but from many poets,

some the unknown contributors to our early anthologies, then Johnson, Marvell, Waller, Collins, with whom we reached the beginning of the wider sweep which lyrical poetry has since taken. All sales event. Chiefs one more awards over its lifetime than any other SUV branch even the Chief Grill or Registered Trademarks of FCAUS LLC. At Verbo we understand that even the best of plans sometimes need a little support, so we plan for the plot twists. Every booking is automatically backed by our Verbo care guarantee, giving you confidence from the very start. Whenever you need help, it's ready, before you stay through the moments in between and after your trip.

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so much variety within the sphere prescribed to himself, such closeness to nature, whether in description or in feeling, such easy fitness in language, melody so unforced and delightful. His dull pages are much less frequent. He has more lines in his own phrase, born of the royal blood. The inflator rollin' on acai co-werba rare with him, although superficially mannered, nature is so much nearer to him that far fewer of his pieces have lost vitality and interest, though adherence to forms of feeling or fashions of thought now obsolete. A Roman contemporary is described by the younger Pliny in words very appropriate to Herrick, who, in fact, if Greek in respect of his method and style, in the contents of his poetry, displays the frankness of nature and vivid sense of life, which criticism assigns as marks of the great Roman poets. Vocket wares us,

qual es catulus alcalvos, quantum iris leperis, dulcadinis, amaretudini samores. In Seretsane, sed d'Araopera murivus, leni pursque, purius, coulous, costum, et ho guasicatulus alcalvos. Many pieces have been here refused admittance, whether from coarseness of phrase or inferior value. Yet these are rarely defective in the lyrical art, which, throughout the writer's work, is so simple and easy, is almost to escape notice, who is very excellent. In one word, Herrick, in a rare and special sense, is unique. To these qualities, we may perhaps describe the singular neglect, which so far as we may infer, he met with in his own age, and certainly in the century following. For the men of the restoration period, he was too natural, too purely poetical. He had not the learned polish, that political illusion, that tone of the city, that didactic turn, which were then

and onwards, demanded from poetry. In the next age, no tradition consecrated his name, whilst writers of a hundred years before were then too remote for familiarity, and not remote enough for reverence. Moving on to our own time, when some justice as it length been conceded to him, Herrick has to meet the great rivalry of the poets who, from Burns and Cooper, to Tennyson, have widened and deepened the lyrical sphere. Making it at once, on the one hand, more intensely personal, on the other, more free and picturesque in the range of problems dealt with, whilst at the same time new and richer lyrical forms, harmonies more intricate and sevenfold, have been created by them, as in Hellus during her golden age of song, to embody ideas and emotions unknown or unexpressed under tutors and stewards. To this latter superiority, Herrick would doubt us abound, as he bowed before Ben Johnson's genius. Rural ditties and ocean flute cannot bear the

competition of the full modern orchestra. Yet this author need not fear, that exquisite and lofty pleasure which it is the first and the last aim of all true art to give, must by its own nature be lasting also. As the eyesight fluctuates and gives the advantage to different colors in turn, so to the varying moods of the mind, the same beauty does not always seem equally beautiful. Thus from the purple light of our later poetry there are hours in which we may look to the daffodil and rose tints of Herrick's old Arcadia for refreshment and delight. And the pleasure which he gives is as eminently wholesome as pleasurable, like the holy river of Virgil to the souls who drink of him, Herrick offers sucuroslaticase. He is conspicuously free from many of the melodies incident to his art. There is no overstrain, no spasmotic cry, no wire drawn analysis or sensational rhetoric,

no music without sense, no mere second hand literary inspiration, no mattered archaism, above all no sickly sweetness, no subtle unhealthy affictation. Throughout his work whether when it is strong or in the less worthy portions, sanity, sincerity, simplicity, lucidity are everywhere the characteristics of Herrick. In these, not in his petty pagan masquerade, he shows the note the only genuine note of Hellenic descent. Hence, through whatever changes and fashions poetry may pass, her true lovers he is likely to please now and please for long. His verse in the words of a poet greater than himself is of that quality which adds sunlight to daylight, which is able to make the happy happier. He will it may be hoped carry to the many England's across the seas east and west pictures of English life exquisite in truth and grace, to the more fortunate inhabitants,

as they must perforce hold themselves of the old country, her image as she was two centuries since we'll live in the golden apples of the west, offered to us by this sweet singer of Devonshire. We have greater poets, not a few. None more faithful to nature as he saw her, none more perfect in his art, none more companionable. FTP, December 1876. End of section 1 Section 2 of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick. This liver box recording is in the public domain, read by Thomas Copeland, Prefatory. The argument of his book. I sing of Brooks of blossoms, birds and boughs of April, May of June and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, hot carts, wasles, wakes of bridegroom, brides and of their bridal cakes. I write of you

of love, and have excess by these to sing of cleanly wantonness. I sing of dues of rains and peace by peace of balm of oil of spice and ambergris. I sing of times transhifting. And I write how roses first came red and lilies white. I write of groves of twilight's, and I sing the court of ma'er but of the fairy king. I write of hell. I sing and ever shall of heaven and hope to have it after all. Two, to his muse, with her mad maiden with her roam, far safer to her to stay at home, where the mace sit and piping pleased the poor and private cottages, since coats and hamlets best agree with this thine meaner, minstrosy. There, with the read the mace express the shepherd's fleecy happiness, and with thy egg clogs intermix, some smooth and harmless becollings. There on a hillock, thou mayst sing unto a handsome shepherdling,

or to a girl that keeps the need, with breath more sweet than violet. There, there perhaps such lines as these may take the simple villages, but for the court, the country which is despicable unto it. Stay then at home, do not go or fly abroad to seek for woe, contempts in courts and cities, no critic haunts the poor man's cell, where thou mist hear thy own lines read by no one tongue there censured it. Where thou mist hear thy own lines read by no one's tongue there censured it, that man's unwise will search for ill and may prevent it sitting still. Three, when he would have his verses read, in sober mornings do not thou rehearse the holy incantation of a verse, but when that men have both will drunk and fed, let my enchantments then be song-a-read. When laurels spurts of the fire and when the hearth smiles to itself and

gills the room with mirth, when up the thurs is raised and when the sound sacred orges flies around, round. When the rose rains and locks with ointment shine, let rigid kato read these lines of mine. Four, to his book, make haste away and let one be a friendly patron unto thee, lest wrapped from hence I see thee lie torn for the use of pastry, or see thy injured leaves serve well to make loose gowns for mackerel, or see the grocers in a trice-make hoods of thee to serve out spice. Five, to his book, take my advice and go not near those faces sour as vinegar. For these manned noble numbers can nare please the super-silious man? Six, to his book, be bold my book, nor be a bash to fear the cutting thumbnail or the brow severe,

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ever young as love. You first of all crown her. She must of dew render for that, a crown of life to you. 8. To his verses. What will ye my proorphans do when I must leave the world and you? Who'll give you then a sheltering shed or credit ye when I am dead? Who let ye by their fire sit, although ye have a stock of wheat already corn to pay for it, I cannot tell. Unless there be some race of old humanity left at the large heart and long hand alive as noble Westpodend or Gallant Newark, which brave to may fostering fathers be to you. If not, expect to be no less you'll be used than babes left botherless. 9. Not every day fit for verse. Till's not every day that I fit at him to prophesy. No, but when the spirit fills the fantastic

panacles full of fire, then I write as the godhead doth indict. Thus enraged my lines are heard like the cybles do the world. Look how next the holy fire, their slakes or doth retire, so the fancy cools, till when that brave spirit comes again. 10. His prayer to Ben Johnson. When I aversial make, no, I appraiate thee for old religions say, Saint Ben, to aid me. 11. Make the way smooth for me, when I thy heric honoring thee on my knee offer my lyric. Candles I'll give to thee and a new altar, and thou st. Ben shall be grit in my salter. 11. His request to Julia. Julia. If I chance to die, ere I print my poetry, I most humbly desire to commit it to the fire, better to her my book would dead than to live not perfected.

12. To his book. Go thou forth my book, though late yet be timely fortunate, it may chance good luck may send thee a kinsman or friend that may harbor thee when I, with my fates, neglected lie, if thou noest not wedded well, see the fires by, farewell. 13. His poetry, his pillar, only a little more I have to write, then I'll give ore and bid the world good night. Tis but a flying minute that I must stay or linger in it, and then I must away. O time that cuts down all and scarce leaves to hear memorial any minute were, how many life have got in vault spinny and peace me'll rot without a fame and death. Behold this living stone I rear for me, near to be thrown down envious time by thee, pillars let some set up of so they please.

Here is my hope and my parameters. 14. To his book. If happy must that I must see the lie of circus like all torn confusedly, with solemn tears and with much grief of heart I'll recollect thee weeping part by part, and having washed thee, closed thee in a chest with spice, that done I'll leave thee to thy rest. 15. Upon himself, thou shalt not all die, for while loves fire shines upon his altar, men shall read thy lines, and learn musician shall to honor Herix fame and his name both set and saying his lyrics. To his books end this last lie need have placed, jokened his muse was, but his life was chased.

I dillica, sixteen, the country life, to the honored Mr. Indimian Porter, groom of the bed chamber to his majesty. Sweet country life, to such unknown whose lives are others not their own, but serving courts and cities be less happy, less enjoying thee. Thou never plowst the oceans phoned to seek and bring rough pepper home, nor to the eastern iron to dust row to bring from thence the scorched clove, nor with the loss of thy loved rest brings home the ingot from the west. No, thy ambitions masterpiece flies no thought higher than a fleece, or how to pay thy hines and clear all scores and so to end the year.

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dual-lapsop in meat. And as thou lookst, the wanton steer the heifer, cow, and ox drawn near to make a pleasing pastime there. These seen thou ghost to view thy flocks of sheep, safe from the wolf and fox, and findst their bellies there as full of short sweet grass as backs with wool, and leaves them as they feed and fill a shepherd, piping on a hill. For sports, for pageantry and plays thou hast thy eaves and holidays, on which the young men and maids me to exercise their dancing feet, tripping the comely country round with daffodils and daisies crowned, thy weeks thy quintals here, thy hast thy maipoles too, with garlands grazed, thy morostance thy whittesonale, thy shearing feast which never fail, thy harvest home thy wasle bowl that's tossed up after fox of the whole, thy mummeries thy twelfth-eyed kings and queens thy Christmas revelings, thy nut

brown-murth thy russet wit, and no man pays to dear for it. To these thou hast thy times to go and trace the hair the treacherous snow thy witty wiles to draw and get the lark into the tramolnet, thou hast thy cockrood and thy glade to take the precious speasant maid, thy lime dweeks, hares and pitfalls then to catch the pilfering birds, not men. Oh, happy life, if that their good the husbandman but understood, who all the day themselves to please and younglings with such sports as these, and lying down have not to fright sweet sleep that makes more short the night, greater a day soon. To fill us, to love and live with him. Live, live with me, and thou shalt see the pleasures I'll prepare for thee, what sweetest the country can afford shall bless thy bed and blessed thy bode. The sweet soft moss shall be thy bed with crawling woodbine over spread,

by which the silver shedding stream shall gently melt thee into dreams. Thy clothing next shall be a gown made of the fleece's purest down. The tongues of kids shall be thy meat, their milk thy drink, and thou shalt eat the paste of filberts for thy bread with cream of coxlips butter it. Thy feasting table shall be hills with daisy spread and daffodils, where thou shalt sit and red-burst by for me shall give thee melody. I'll give thee chains and carcunuts of primrosis and violets, a bag and bottle thou shalt have that richly wrought and this as brave, so that as either shall express the wearers no mean shepherds. At shearing times and yearly wakes, when themalus's pastime makes, their thou shalt be and be the wit, nay more the feast and grace of it. On holy days when virgins meet to dance the haze with nimble feet, thou shalt come forth and

then appear the queen of roses for that year, and having danced above all the best, carry the gallant from the rest. In wicker baskets made shall bring to thee my dearest shepherdling the blushing apple, bashful pear and shame-faced plum, all simpering there. Walk in the groves, and thou shalt find the name of filus in the rind of every straight and smooth skin tree, where kissing that, I'll twice kiss thee. To thee a sheep hook I will send, be pranked with ribbons to this end. This, this alluring hook might be less for to catch the sheep than me. Thou shalt have posits, wastles fine, not made of ale but spiced wine, to make thy maids and sell free mirth, all sitting near the glittering hearth. Thou shalt have ribbons, roses, rings, gloves, garters, stockings, shoes, and strings of winning colors, Thou shalt move others to lust, but me to love. These, nay and more, Thine own shall be, if thou would love and live with me.

18. The Wasle. Give way, give way, you gates, and win an easy blessing to your bin and basket by our entering in. May both with mancharts stand replete, your laughters too so hung with me, that, though a thousand thousand eat, yet, air twelve moons, a whirl about their silver spheres, there's none made out but more sent in than was served out. Next, may your dairies prosper so, as that your pans no ed may know, but if they do, the mortar flow, like to a solemn sober stream banked all with lilies, and the cream of sweetest cow slips filling them. Then may your plants be pressed with fruit, nor be, nor hive you have, be mute, but sweetly sounding like a mute. Last, may your harrows, shares and plows, your stacks, your stocks, your sweetest mous, all prosper by your virgin vows. Alas, we bless, but seen unhere that brings us either ale or beer, in a dry house all things are

near. Let's leave a longer time to wait where rust and cobwebs bind the gate, and all live here with needy fate, where chimneys do forever weep for want of warmth, and stomachs keep with noise the servants eyes from sleep. It is in vain to sing or stay our free feet here, but we'll away. Yet to the loris this will say, the time will come when you'll be sad, and reckon this for fortune bad, to have lost the good you might have had. 19. The fairies. If you will with mavvine grace set each platter in its place, rake the fire up and get water in air sun-beset. Wash your pales and cleanse your dairies, sluts on lothsome to the fairies, sweep your house, who does not so mav will pinch her by the toe. 20. Ceremony upon candle must eve.

Down with the rosemary and sowed down with the bays and mistletoe, down with the holly ivy, all wherewith you dressed the Christmas haul, that so the superstitious find no one least branch there left behind. For look how many leaves there be neglected there, maids, trust to me, so many goblins you shall see. 21. Ceremony for candle must eve. Down with the rosemary and bays, down with the mistletoe, instead of holly, now appraise the greener box for show. The holly hithertooted sway, let box now domineer, until the dancing Easter day or Easter's eve appear. Then youthful box, which now hath grace their houses to renew, grown old, surrender must his place unto the crispad you. When you, Wizzell, then Birch, comes in, and many flowers beside, both of afresh and fragrant kin to honor Witzentide, green rushes then and sweetest bents, with cooler open bows, come in

for comly ornaments to re-adorn the house. Thus times to shift, each thing his turned as whole, new things succeed, as former things grow old. 22. The ceremonies for candle must day, Kindle the Christmas brand, and then, till sunset let it burn, which quenched then lay it up again, till Christmas next return. Part must be kept, wherewith detuned the Christmas log next year, and where it is safely kept, the fiend can do no mischief there. 23. Fairwill Frost, or welcome spring. Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear re-clode in fresh and verdant diabur. Thaw to the snows, and now the lusty spring gives to each meet a neat ennameling. The palms put forth their gems, and every tree now swagger's in her leafy gallantry.

The wilde dolly and minstrel sweetly sings with warbling notes her tyrann's sufferings. What gentle winds perspire. As if here never had been the northern plunderer to strip the trees and fields to their distress, leaving them to a pitted nakedness, and look how, when a frantic storm, the tear a stubborn oak or home long growing there, but lulled to calmness then succeeds a breeze that scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees. So when this war, which tempest like, does spoil our salt, our corn, our honey, wine, and oil, falls to a temper, and does mildly cast his inconsiderate frenzy off at last, the gentle dove may, when these term oil cease, bring in her bill once more the branch of peace. 24. To the maids, to walk abroad.

Come, sit we under yonder tree, where a marry as the maids will be, and as on trim roses we sit, we'll venture if we can at wit. If not, that draw gloves we will play. So spend some minutes of the day, or else spin out the thread of sands playing at questions and commands. Or tell what strange tricks love can do by quickly making one or two. Thus we will sit and talk, but tell no cruel truth so fiddle male or fill us whom hard fate forced on to kill herself for demophone. But fabled who relate, how jove put on all shapes to get a love, as now a sater, then a swan, a bull, but then, and now a man. Next we will act how young men woo and sigh and kiss as lovers do, and talk of bribes, and who shall make that wedding smock, this bridal cake, that dress, this sprig, that leaf, this vine, that smooth and silken column-by. This done, we'll draw lots who shall buy and

gild the base and rosemary. What poses for our wedding rings, what gloves will give and ribbons, and smiling at ourselves decree who then the joining priest shall be. What short sweet prayer shall be said, and how the posse shall be made with cream of lilies not of guine, and maiden's blush for spice-advine. Thus having talked, we'll next commend a kiss to each, and so we'll end. 25. Couriness going amaying. Get up, get up for shame, the blooming mourn upon her wings presents the god-unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair, fresh-quilted colors through the air. Get up, sweet slugger-bed, and see the dew-beast-bangling urban tree. Each flower has wept and bound toward the east above an hour since, yet you not dressed, nay, not so much as out of bed, when all the birds have matten-set and sung their thankful hymns, to sin, nay profanation to keep

in, when as a thousand virgins on this day spring sooner than the lark, to fetch in may. Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen to come forth like the springtime, fresh and green, and sweet as flora. Take no care for jewels for your gown or hair, fear not the leaves will strew gems in abundance upon you. Besides, the childhood of the day has kept against you come some orient pearls unwept. Come and receive them, while the light hangs on the du-locks of the night, and tighten on the eastern hill retires himself, or else stands still till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying, few beets are best, when once we go a may. Come, Micahrena, come, and coming, mark how each field turns a street. Each street, a park, made green and trimmed with trees. See how devotion gives each house a bow or branch,

each porch, each door air this an ark. A tabernacle is made up of white thorn, neatly interwoven. As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street and open fields, and we not seat? Come, will abroad, and let's obey the proclamation made for may, and sin no more as we have done by staying, but Micahrena, come, let's go a may. There's not a budding boy or girl this day but is got up and gone to bring in may. A deal of youth there this has come back, and with white thorn laid an home. Some have dispatched the cakes and cream before that we have left a dream, and some have wept and wooed and plighted troeth and chose their priest a weakened cast off sloth. Many a green gown has been given, many a kiss both ought and even. Many a glance too has been sent from out the eye, loves for moment. Many a just

told of the keys betraying this night and locks picked. Yet we're not a may. Come, let us go while we are in our prime, and take the harmless folly of the time. We shall roll to pace and die before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run as fast away as does the sun, and as a vapor or a drop of rain once lost can never be found again. So when or you or I are made a fable song or fleeting shade, all love, all liking. Shop vans and Albertsons for fresh savings every time you shop. This week at Vans and Albertsons get fresh, boneless, skinless chicken breast for 199 per pound limit 10 pounds, and locally grown grape-ery cotton candy grapes are 299 per pound with digital coupon. Plus 24 packs of Canada Dry or 7-up 12-ounce cans are 499 limit 1 with digital coupon. Enjoy fresh and delicious savings for every meal. Hurry in, these deals won't last.

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26. The maple. The maple is up. Now give me the cup. I'll drink to the gardens around it. But first, under those whose hands did compose the glory of flowers that crowned it. A health to my girls whose husbands may earls or lords be granting my wishes, and when that you went to the bridal bed, then multiply all like two fishes. 27. The wake. Come, meant, the elettas, to go to feast as others do. Tarts and custard, screams and cakes, so the junkets still at wakes. Under which the tribes resort where the business is the sport. Moris dancers thou shalt see. Mary and two in pageantry and a mimic to devise many grinning properties. Players there will be and those base in action as in clothes. Yet with starting they will please the incurious villages. Near the dying of the day there will be a cudgel play where a coxcom will be broke, air a good word can

be spoke. But the anger ends all here, drenched in ale or drowned in beer. Happy rustics, best content with the cheapest mariment, and possess no other fear than to want the wake next year. 28. The hot cart, or harvest home. To the right honorable mild may, Earl Westmoreland. Come, sons of summer, by whose toil we are the lords of wine and oil, by whose tough labors and rough hands we rip up first, then reap our lands. Crowned with the ears of corn, now come unto the pipe sing harvest home. Come forth my lord, and see the cart dressed up with all the country art. See, hear a malkin, there a sheet, as spotless pure as it is sweet. The horses, mayers and frisking fillies clad all in linen white as lilies. The harvest swans and wrenches bound for joy

to see the hot cart crown. About the cart here, how the route of rural younglings raised the shout, pressing before some coming after, those with the shout and these with laughter. Some blessed the cart, some kissed the sheaves, some prank them up with oak and leaves, some cross the fill horse, some with great devotion stroke the home-bored wheat. While other rustics less attend to prayers than to marryment, run after with their britches rent. Well, on rave-boys to your lord's earth glittering with fire, where for your mirt, ye shall see first the large and chief foundation of your feast, fat beef, with upper stories mutton veal and bacon, which makes full the meal, with several dishes standing by as he or custard, there a pie, and here all tempting flumenty. And for to make the married cheer, if smirking wine be wanting here, there's that which drowns all care, stout beer, which

freely drink to your lord's health, then to the plow, the commonwealth, next to your flails, your veins, your vats, then to the maids with wheat and hats, to the rough sickle and cooked sithe, drink, fro leg boys, till all be blithe, feed and grow fat, and as ye eat, be mindful that the laboring neat as you may have their fill of meat, and no besides, ye must revoke the patient ox unto the oak, and all go back unto the plow and harrow, though they're hanged up now, and ye must know ye lord's words true, feed him ye must, whose food fills you, and that this pleasure is like rain, not sent ye for to drown your pain, but for to make it spring again. 29. The bride cake. This Stamma, Julia, thou must make for Mistress bride the wedding cake,

need but the dough, and it will be to paste a pommence turned by thee, or kiss it thou but once or twice, and for the bride cake there'll be spice. 30. The old wife's prayer. Holy rude, come forth and shield us its city at the field, safely guard us now and a, from the blasht that burns by day, and those sounds that us a fright in the dead of dampish night, drive all hurtful fiends us fro, by the time the cocks first crow. 31. The bell-man. From noise of scare-fires, rescue-free, from murders, bedded-dichity, from almost chances that we fright your pleasing slumbers in the night, mercy secure ye all, and keep the goblin from ye while ye sleep. Just one o'clock and almost two, my master's all, good day to you.

33. To the genius of his house. Command the roof, great genius, and from thence into this house pour down thy influence, that through each room a golden pipe may run of living water by thy benison. Fill the ladders, and with strengthening bread be evermore these bins replenish it. 31. Next, like a bishop consecrate my ground, that lucky fairies here may dance their round. And after that lay down some silver pence, the master's charge and care to recompense. Charm then the chambers, make the beds for ease, more than for pivish pining sicknesses. Fix the foundation past, and let the roof grow old with time, but yet keep weatherproof. 33. His grave, your private wealth. Though clock to tell how night draws hence I've none, a cock I have to sing how day draws

on, I have a maid, my prue, by good luck sent to save that little fates we gave all of them. A hen I keep which, creaking day by day, tells when she goes her long white egg to lay. A goose I have which, with a jealous ear, lets loose her tongue, to tell what dangers near. A lamb I keep, tame with my morsels fed, whose dam and orphan left him, lately dead. A cat I keep that plays about my house, grown fat with eating many a mitching mouse. Do these a tracy I do keep, whereby I have pleased the more my rural privacy, which are but toys to give my heart some ease, where care none is, slight things do lightly please. 34. A pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles presented to the king and set by Mr. Nick Lanier, the speakers, Mirtillo, Amintus and Amarillus.

Good day, Mirtillo, and you no less, and all fair signs lead on our shepherds, with all white luck to you, but say, what new stirs in our sheepwalk? None saved that my use my weather's lambs and wanton kids are well, smooth fair and fat, and better I can tell, all that this day monocles keeps a feast for his sheep's heurs. True, these are the least, but dear Amintus and sweet Amarillus rest but a while here by this bank of lilies, and lend a gentle ear to one report the country has. From whence, from whence, the court. Three days before the shutting in of May, with whitetest wool be ever crowned that day, to all our joy a sweet-faced child was born, more tender than the childhood of the mourn. Pan by to him, and bleats of lambs and sheep let all of by the pretty princess sleep.

And that his birth should be more singular, at noon of day was seen a silver star bright as the wise men's torch, which guided them to God's sweet babe when born at Bethlehem. While golden angels some have told to me, sung out his birth with heavenly minstrosy. Oh, rare, but is to trespass if we three should win the long, is baby ship to see? Not so, not so. But if it chance to prove it most default, it's but a fault of love. But dear Metello, I have heard it told these learned men brought incense, mure, and gold from countries far, with store of spices sweet, and laid them down for offerings at his feet. Just true indeed, and each of us will bring unto our smoothing and our blooming king, a neat, though not so great in offering. A garland for my gift shall be, a flower's near suck by thieving bee, and almost sweet,

yet all less sweet than he. And I will bear along with you, leaves dropping down the honey to dew, with oaton pipes as sweet as new. And I, a sheep hook will bestow, to have his little kingship know, as he as prince he's shepherd to. Come let's away, and quickly let's be dressed, and quickly give, the sweetest grace is best, and when before him we have laid out treasures, we'll bless the babe, then back to country pleasures. 35. A dialogue be tricks himself and mistress Eliza Wheeler, under the name of Amarillus. My dearest love, since thou wilt go and lead me here behind thee, put love or pity, let me know the place where I may find thee. In country meadows, purled with dew, and set about with lilies, there, filling mounds with cow slips, you may find your Amarillus.

What have the meach to do with thee, with thy youth for hours? Live thou at court where thou misbe the queen of men not flowers? That country wentches make him fine with posies, since to's fitter for thee, with richest gems to shine, and like the stars to glitter. You set to high a rate upon a shepherd as so homely. Believe it, dearest, there's not one in the court that's half so comely. I pretty stay. I must away. Let's kiss first. Then we'll sever. And though we bid adieu today, we shall not part forever. End of section two. In three of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick, this duper box recording is in the public domain, read by Thomas Copeland. 36. A bucolic betricks two, lacan and thursus.

For kiss or two confess what to cause this pensiveness thummost lovely need-air dress? Why so lonely on the hill? Why thy pipe by thee so still, that air-wild was heard so shrill? Tell me, do thy kind now fail to fulfill the milking-pale? Say, what is the thutest ale? None of these but how, don't last, a mischance has come to pass, and I'll tell thee what it was. See, my eyes are weeping right. Tell, and I lay down my pipe. I have lost my lovely steer, that to me was far more dear than these kind which I milk here, broad of forehead, large of eye, party-colored like a pie, smooth in each limb as a dye, clear of hoof and clear of horn, sharply pointed as a thorn with a neck by yoke and worn, from the which hung down by strings balls of cow slips, daisy rings, interplaced with ribbons. Foltless every way for shape, not a straw could he mishcape, ever games him as an ape,

but yet harmless as a sheep. Even Lacan, if I weep, tears will spring, where woes are deep. Now I me, I me last night, came a mad dog, and did bite I and killed my dear delight. A lack for grief, but I'll be brief. Hence I must, for time that call me and my sad playmate's all to his evening funeral, live long Lacan, so would you. Unful made, farewell to you, earth the four-year flowers to strue. Thirty-seven, a pastoral sung to the king, Montano, Silvio, Admitillo, Sheppards. Bad of the times, and worse than they are we. Trove bad of both, worse fruit and ill the tree. The feast of Sheppards fail. None crowns the cup of wasle now, or sets the quintile up, and he who used to lead the

country round, youthful Mirtillo, here he comes, grief drowned. Let's cheer him up. Behold him, weeping right. Ah, Amarillas, farewell, mirth and pipe, since thou art gone, no more am in to play to these smooth lawns my mirth for round delay. Dear Amarillas, harp, mark, this earth grew sweet, where Amarillas thou did set thy feet poor pity youth. And here the breath of kine and sheep grew more sweet by that breath of dine, this dog of wool and this rich log of hair, this ball of cow slips, these she gave me here. That sweet as love itself, harp. This way she came, and this way too she went, how each thing smells divinely redidant, like to a field of beans when you'd be blown, or like a meadow being lately moan.

Ah, sweet sad passion. In duey mornings when she came this way sweet bence would bow to give my love the day, and when at night she folded at her sheep, daisies would shut. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergize. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so fire. Try them all only at McDonald's. Toyota's easy choice sales event is on. Whether you're looking for the performance of a camera, the versatility of Arab 4, the efficiency of a Corolla, or all electric driving in the BZ. There's a Toyota that's just right for you, and with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places. McDonald's is putting value back on the menu.

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No, I will languish still, and all the while my parts shall be to weak, and with my size call whom my bleeding sheep. And in the rind of every comely tree I'll carve thy name, and in that name kiss thee. Get with the sun thy woes, the day grows old, and time it is our full fed flocks to fold. The shades grew grey, but greater grows our sorrow, but let's go see pariahs in sleep, and meet to weep tomorrow. 38. To the willow tree. Now are to all lost love the best, the only true plant found, where with young men and maids distressed and left of love are crowned. When once the lovers rose as dead, or laid aside for lawn, then willow garlands about the head bid youed with tears of worn.

When with neglect the lovers bane, who are maids rewarded be, for their love lost their only gain is but a wreath from thee. And underneath thy cooling shade, when weary of the light, the love spent youth and love sick maid come to weep out the night. 39. The fairy temple, or Oberon's chapel, dedicated to Mr. John Marifield, Councillor Red Law. Rare temples, though as seen I know, and rich for in and outward show, so bear this chapel built alone with all the life of wood or stone. Then say if one thus seen more fine than this, the fairies once. Now thine. The temple. A way in chased with glass and beads there is that to the chapel leads, whose structure

for his holy rest is here the house he owns curious nest. Into the which who looks shall see his temple of idolatry, where he of Godhead says such store as Rome's pantheon had not more. His house of Riman, this he calls, girt with small bones instead of walls. First in anish, more black than jet, his idle cricket there is set. Then in a polished oval by there stands his idle beetle fly. First in an arch akin to this, his idle canker seated is. Then in a round displaced by these, his golden god cantarides. So that where air you look, he see no capital, no cornice free, or freeze from this fine frievery. Now this, the fairies would have known, theirs is a mixed ridgion, and some have heard the elves at call part pagan, part papistical. If under me all tongues were granted, I could not speak the saints here painted.

Saint Tit, Saint Nid, Saint Is, Saint Itis, who against Mabstate place it here right is. Saint Will of the wisdom of no great bigness, but alias called here vatua's igneus. Saint Fripp, Saint Trip, Saint Phil, Saint Philly, neither those other saint ships will ago about photograph recite their number almost infinite. Each point by one here sat down are in this most curious calendar. First at the entrance of the gate a little puppet priest doth wait, who squeaks to all the comers there favor your tongues who enter here, few hands bring hither without stain, a second pules hence hence profane. Hard by the shell of half and nut the holy water there is put, a little brush of squirrels hairs composed of odd, not even pairs, stands in the platter or close by to purge the fairy family. Near to the altar stands the priest there offering up the holy grist, ducking in mood and perfect

tense with much good-dutin reverence. The altar is not here for square nor in a form triangular, nor made of glass or wood or stone, but of a little transverse bone which boys and brachled children call playing for the points and pins cock all. Whose linen drapery is a thin subtle and ductile cardling skin which of the board is smoothly spread with little seal work damage good. With verbo care help is always ready, before, during and after your stay. We've planned for the plot twists so support is always available because a great trip starts with peace of mind. Toyota's easy choice sales event is on. Whether you're looking for the performance of a camera, the versatility of Arab 4, the efficiency of a Corolla or all electric driving in the BZ, there's a Toyota that's just right for you. And with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours.

But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event ends soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so fire. Try them all only at McDonald's. The fringe that circumvines it too is banglework of trembling dew which gently gleaming makes the show like frostwork glittering on the snow. On this fetch was bored, does stand something for show cred and at hand, just in the middle of the altar, upon an end, the fairy saltor, graced with the troughed flies curious wings which serve for watch at ribbons. Now we must know the elves are led right by the rubric which they read and if report of them be true, they have their text for what they do. I and their book of cannons too.

And as Sir Thomas Parcent tells, they have the book of articles. And if that fairy night not lies, they have their book of homilies and other scriptures that design a short but righteous discipline. The basins stands the board upon to take the free oblation. A little pin dust which they hold more precious than we prize our gold which charity they give to many poor the parish of the zenny. Upon the ends of these neat rails hatched with the silver light of snails, the elves in formal manner fixed to pure and holy candlesticks, in either which at all small bend burns for the altar's ornament. For sanctity they have to these their curious copes and surpluses of cleanest cobweb hanging by in their religious vestry. They have their ash pans and their brooms to purge the chapel and the rooms. They are many mumbling mass priests here and many a dabbler chorister. Their ushering vergers here likewise their cannons and their chonteries.

Of cloister monks they have now, I and their abbey lovers too. And if their legend do not lie, they much affect the papacy. And since the last is dead, there's hope el bonifest shall next people. They have their cups and chalices, their partners and indulgences, their beads of knits, bells, books and wax candles for sooth and other nacks. Their holy oil, their fasting spittle, their sacred salt here not a little. Dry chips, old shoes, rags, grease and bones beside their fumigations. Many are trifled too and trinket, and for what use guessmen would think it. Next then upon the chantour side an apple's core is hung up dried with rattling kernels, which is rung to call to mourn and even song. The saint to which the most he prays and offers incense nice and days the lady of the lobster is, whose foot pace he doth stroke and kiss and humbly chives of saffron brings

for his most cheerful offerings. When after these he spayed his vows, he loathe the altar vows and then he dawns the silkworms shed like a terks turban on his head. And reverently depart a thence he had in a cloud of frankincense, and by the glowworms light well-guided goes to the feast that's now provided. Forty, Oberon's feast, Shapcott, to thee the fairy state I with discretion dedicate, because thou prize us things that are curious and unfamiliar. Take first the feast, these dishes gone we'll see the fairy courtanon. A little mushroom table spread, after short prayers they set on bread, a moon-parched grain of purest wheat, with some small glittering grit to eat his choice bits with. Then in a trice they make a feast less great than nice.

But all this while as I as saffron we must not think as ear was starved, that there was in place to stir his spleen the churring grass-upper, the merry cricket, fueling fly, the piping knack from instrucy. And now we must imagine first the elves present to quenches thirst a pure seed pearl of infant dew, brought and besweetened in a blue and pregnant violet, which done his kittling eyes begin to run quite through the table where he spies the horns of papery butterflies of which he eats, and tastes a little of that we call the cuckoo-spittle. A little fuzzball pudding stands by, yet not blessed by his hands, that was too coarse, but then forthwith he ventures boldly on the pith of sugar-drush and eats the sag and well-bestrotted bees sweet bag, gladding his palette with some store of emits eggs. What would he more, but beards of mice, a newt stood thy, a bloated ear-weak and a fly,

with the red-capped worm that shut within the concave of a nut, brown as his tooth. A little moth-late-fattened in a piece of cloth, with withered cherries, mandrix ears, moles eyes, to these the slain stag's tears, the anxious duelapse of a snail, the broke heart of a nightingale, or come in music. With a wide ne'er ravish from the flattering vine, but gently pressed from the soft side of the most sweetened dainty bride, brought in a dainty daisy, which he fully coffs up to be which is blood to height. This done, commended grace by his priest, the feast is handed. 41. The beggar to ma'am the fairy-queen. Please your grace from out your store, given arms to one that's poor, that your mickle may have more. Black I'm grown for want of meat, give me then an ant to eat, or the cleft ear of a

mouse, over-sowered in drink of souse, or sweet lady reached to me the ad-dome of a bee, or commended crickets-hip, or his oxen to my script. Give for bread a little bit of a piece the gins-to-chit, and my fourth thanks-take for it. Now-our-of-fuzz balls, that's too good for a man in needyhood, but the meal of mill-dust can well-content a craving-man. Any oats the elves refuse, well will serve the beggar's use, but if this may seem too much for an arms then give me such little bits that nestle there in the prisoner's pan-ear. So a blessing light upon you, and mighty O'erong, that your plenty last till when I return your arms again. 42. The hag. The hag is astride this night for to ride, the devil and she together, through thick and through thin, now out and then in, though nairs of foul-be the weather.

A thorn or a burr she takes for a spur, with a lash of a bramble she rides now, through bricks and through bryers or ditches and mires she follows the spirit that guides now. No beast for his food dares now range the wood, but hushed in his lary-lyze lurking, while mischiefs by these on landed on seas at noon of night-tour are working. The storm will arise and trouble the skies this night, and more for the wonder, the ghost from the tomb of Frighted shall come, called out by the clap of the thunder. 43. The mad-made song. Good-morrow to the day, so fair, good-morning, sir, for you. Good-morrow to my own torn hair, bit-dabble with the dew. 43. Good-morning to this primrose, too, good-morrow to each-maid, that will with flowers the tomb was true wherein my love is laid. 43. Oh, is me, woe, woe is me, a lack and well a day, for pity, sir, find out that be which

bore my love away. I'll seek him in your bonnet, brave, I'll seek him in your eyes. Nay, now I think they've made his grave with better strawberries. I'll seek him there. I know where this, the cold, cold earth does shake him, but I will go, or send a kiss by you, sir, to awake him. Pray, hurt him not, though he be dead, he knows well who to love him, and who with green turf's rear is head, and who to rudely move him, he soft and tender, pray, take heed, with bans of cow-slips bind him, and bring him home. Well, just to create, that I shall never find him. 44. The cheat of cupid, or the un-gental guest. One silent night of late, when every creature rested, came one unto my gate, and knocking, me molested. Who's that, sir, I beech there, and troubles thus the sleepy?

Castor, said he, all fear, and let not locks thus keep ye, for I have boy am who, by moonless nights, have swarved, and all with showers went through, and in with cold have starved. Ah, beautiful of rose, and sooner taper-lighted, and did myself disclose unto the lad be-nighted. I saw he had a bow, and wings, too, which did shiver, and looking down below, I spy-dead a quiver. All right, my chimney shine, brought him with love-professors, and shaved his hands with mine, and dried his dropping tresses. But, when he felled him warmed, let's try this bow of ours, and string, if they be harmed, said he, with these late showers. Both with his bow he bent, and wedded stringed arrow, and struck me, that it went quite through my heart and marrow. Then, laughing loud, he flew away, and thus said, flying, a doom-and-host, a dew, I leave thy heart a dying. Forty-five, upon Cupid.

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This begets the modern light when things meet most opposite, as in pictures we describe Venus standing vulcan by. 48. And him to the muses. Honor to you who sit near to the well of wit and drink your fill of it. Glory and worship be to you, sweet mage, thrice three, who still inspire me. And teach me how to sing unto the lyric string my measures ravishing. Then while I sing your praise, my priesthood crown with bays, green to the end of days. 49. The coming of good luck. So good luck came, and on my roof did light like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night. Not all at once, but gently, as the trees are by the sunbeams tickle by degrees. 50.

His content in the country. Here, here I live with what my board can with the smallest cost of Ford. Though there so me in the viands be, they will content my prude and me. Or pee or bean or wart or meat whatever comes, content makes sweet. Here we rejoice, because no rent we pay for our poor tenement, wherein we rest and never fear the landlord or the usualer. The quarter-day does narrow fright our peaceful slumbers in the night. We eat our own and batten more, because we feed on no man's score. But pity those whose flanks grow great swell with the Lord of others' meat. We bless our fortunes when we see our own beloved privacy, and like our living, where we known to very few, whilst to none. 51. His return to London. From the dull confines of the drooping west, to see the day spring from the pregnant east,

ravished in spirit I come, nay more I fly to the blessed place of my nativity. 51. Thus, thus, with hallowed foot I touch the ground, with thousand blessings by thy fortune crowned. 51. Oh fruitful genius that bestowest here an everlasting plenty, year by year. 51. Oh place, oh people, manners, framed to please all nations, customs, kindreds, languages. 51. I am a free-born Roman, suffer then that I amongst you live a citizen. 51. London my home is, though by hard fate sent into a long at Erksem banishment. 51. Yet since called back, hence forward let me be, O native country, repossessed by thee. For rather than I'll to the west return, I'll beg of thee first here to have my earn. Weak I am grown, and must in short time fall.

Give thou my sacred relics, burial. 51. His desire. Give me a man that is not dull when all the world with rifts is full, but unamazed dares clearly sing when as the roofs are tottering, and though it falls, continue still tickling the tithtern with his quill. 51. 53. An ode for Ben Johnson. Ah Ben, say how, or when shall we thy guests meet at those lyric feasts, made it the sun, the dog, the triple-tonne, where we such clusters had as made us nobly wild, not mad, and yet each verse of thine out did the meet, out did the frolic wine, my Ben, or come again, or send to us thy wit's great over-plus, but teach us yet wisely to husband

it, lest we that talant spend, and having once brought to an end that precious star, the store of such a wit the world should have no more. 54. To live merrily and to trust to good verses. Now is the time for mirth, nor chikotang bedum, for with the flowery earth the golden palm is come. The golden palm is come, for now each tree does wear, made of her pap and gum, rich beads of amber here. Now reigns the rose, and now the rabian dew besmirers my uncontrolled brow and my retorted hairs. Homer, this health to thee, in sack of such a kind that it would make thee see, though thou weret near so blind. Next verge-ill alcohol forth to pledge this second health in wine, whose each cop's worth an Indian commonwealth.

A goblet next, I'll drink to Ovid, and suppose, made he the pledge, he'd think the world at all one knows. Then this immense cop of aromatic wine could tell us I quaff up to that terse mues of thine. Wild am I now with heat? Oh, bock a school thy rays, or frantic, I shall each thy thirst and bite the bays. Round, round the roof does run, and being ravished thus come. I will drink a ton to my copersias. Now to the bollus next this flood I drink to thee, but stay. I see a text that this presents to me. The home, to the bollus lies he a burnt, whose small return of ashes scarce suffice to feel a little urn. Trust to good verses, then, they only will aspire when pyramids, as men, are lost to funeral fire, and when all bodies meet in leethy to be drowned, then only number sweet

with endless life or crowned. Fifty-five, the apparition of his mistress calling him to elision, a day so knownola. Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, let our souls fly to the shades wherever spring sits smiling in the meads, where balm and oil roses and casha crown the untold soil, where no disease rains or infection comes to blast the air but ambergris and gums. This, that, and every thicket, doth transpire more sweet than storacks from the hallowed fire. For every tree are wealthy issue-bears of fragrant apples, blushing plums or pears, and all the shrubs with sparkling spangles, show like morning sunshine, tinsling the dew. Here in green meadows sits eternal may, purfling the margins, while perpetual day so double

gills the air as that no night can ever rust the mammal of the light. Here naked younglings, handsome striplings run their goals for Virgin's kisses, which, when done, then, under dancing, forth the learned round comix they meet, with endless roses crowned. And here we'll sit on primrose banks and see loves chorus led by cupid, and we'll be two loving followers to, unto the grove where poets sing the stories of our love. There, thou shalt hear divine musea sing of hero and leander, then I'll bring thee to the stand where honored Homer reads his odyssees and his high alliads, about whose throne the crowd of poets throng to hear the incantation of his tongue. To line us, then to pinder, and that done I'll bring the heric to anachrium, coughing his full crown bowls of burning wine, and in his raptures speaking lines of thine, like

to his subject. And as his frantic look show him truebuck an alien like, resmeared with grapes, welcome he shall thee thither, where both may rage, both drink and dance together. Then stately Virgil, witty ovid, by whom fair coroner sits and doth comply with ivory wrists his laureate head, and steeps his eye in dew of kisses while he sleeps. In soft Catullus, sharp-fanged Marshall, and towering Lucan, Horace, Juvenile, and Snaky Pertius. These and those whom rage dropped from the jars of heaven filled, to engage all times into their frenzies, thou shalt there behold them in a spacious theater, among which glories, crowned with sacred bays and flattering ivy, to recite their plays, Beaumont and Fletcher, who wands to whom all years listen while they like sirens in their spheres sing their abatni.

And still more for thee there yet remains to know that thou canst see by glimmering of fancy. Do but come, and there I'll show thee that capacious room in which thy father, Johnson, now is placed as in a globe of radiant fire, and graced to be in that orb crown that thou include those prophets of the former magnitude, and he, one chief, but Hark, I hear the call, the bell-man of the night proclaim the clock of late struck one, and now I see the prime of day break from the pregnant east, just time I vanish. More I had to say, but night determines here, away. Fifty-six. The invitation. To suck with thee, thou didst me home invite and madest a promise that mine appetite should meet and tire on such loutitious meet the like not heliogobalist in eat. And Richard wine wouldst give to me, thy guest, then Roman still apport out at his feast.

I came to his true and looked for foul of price, the bastard Phoenix, bird of paradise, and for no less than aromatic wine of maiden's blush, commixed with jessamine. Clean was the hearth, the mantle-lorded jet, which, wanting law and smoke, hung weeping wet. At last, it knew no winter, did appear a ragged, sourced meat-sport with sick vinegar, and in a burnished flagonet stood by beer small as comfort, dead as charity, at which amazed and pondering on the food how cold it was and how it chilled my blood, I'd cursed the master and I'd damned the souse, and swore I'd got the egg you of the house. Well, when to eat thou dust me next desire I'll bring a fever, since thou keepst no fire. End of Section Three

Section Four of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, read by Thomas Copeland. Fifty-seven. To Sir Clipsby Crue. Since to the country first I came, I have lost my former flame, and the things I'm not inherit as I did my ravished spirit. If I write a verse or two, it is with very much a dew. In regard I want that wine which would conjure up a line. Yet, though now of mues bereft, I have still the manners left for to thank you, noble sir, for those gifts you to confer upon him will only can be in prose, a grateful man. Fifty-eight. A country life to his brother, Mr. Thomas Herrick. Price and above blessed my soul's half art thou, in thy both last and better vow, could leap the city for exchange to see the country's sweet simplicity, and it to know and practice

with intent to grow the sooner innocent by studying to know virtue, and to aim more at her nature than her name. The last is but the least. The first, to tell ways less to live than to live well, and both are known to thee, who now can't live led by thy conscience, to give justice to soon please nature, and to show wisdom and she together go and keep one center. This with that conspires to teach man to combine desires, and know that riches have their proper stint in the contented mind, not mint, and canstons struck that those who have the itch of craving more are never rich. These things thou noast to the height, and thus prevent that plague because thou art content with that heaven gave thee with a wary hand, more blessed in thy brass than land, to keep cheap nature even at upright, to cool, not cocker appetite.

This thou canst, tersely, live to satisfy the belly, chiefly, not the eye. Keeping the barking stomach, wise, required, less with a need than needful diet. But that which most makes sweet thy country life, is the fruition of a wife, whom stars consenting with thy fate thou hast got not so beautiful as chased, by whose warm side thou dost securely sleep, while love the sentinel doth keep with those deeds done by day, which never fright thy silken slumbers in the night, nor has the darkness power to usher in fear to those sheets that no no sin. The damished meadows and the pebbly streams, sweeten and make soft your dreams. The purling springs, groves, birds, and well-weaved vowers, with fields enameled with flowers present their shapes while fantasy discloses millions of lilies mixed with roses. Its fall in jeep country, and during the drive into fall sales event, get a great deal

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tells us, joe for our labor all things sells us. Nor are thy daily and devout affairs attended with those desperate cares the industrious merchant has, who for to find gold runeth to the western-eigned and back again torture the fears, that fly untaught to suffer poverty. But thou at home, blessed with securest ease, sits and believes that there be seas and watery dangers, while thy whiter half but sees these things within thy map. And viewing them with a more safe survey, makes easy fear unto thee say, a heart thrice walled with oak and brass that man had first durst ploughed the ocean, but thou at home, without ortide or gale, canst in thy map securely sail, seeing those painted countries, and so guest by those fine shades their substances, and from thy compass taking small advice, bice to travel at the lowest price.

Nor are thy nears so deaf, but thou canst hear far more with wonder than with fear, fame tell of states of countries, courts and kings, and believe there be such things, when of these truths thy happier knowledge lies more in thine ears than in thy eyes. And when thou heast by that two true report, vise rules the most, store all at court, thy pious wishes are, though thou not there, virtue had, and moved to a sphere. But thou lived fearless, and thy face nair shows fortune when she comes or goes, but with thy equal thoughts prepared to stand to take her by the either hand, nor cast which comes the first, the foul or fair, the wise man, everyway lies square. And like a surly oak with storms perplexed grows still the stronger, strongly vexed, be so bold, spirit, stand center-like, unmoved, and be not only thought, but proved, to be what I report thee, and in your thyself if one comes to endure.

And so thou dost, for thy desires are confined to live with private law, nor curious whether appetite be fed or with the first or second bread, who keeps no proud mouth for delicious cates hunger makes coarse meat delicate, canst and unerged for sake that larded fare which art not nature makes so rare. To taste boiled nettles, cold-warts, beets, and eat these and sour herbs as dainty meat, while soft opinion makes thy genius say content makes all ambrosiae. Nor is it that thou keeps this stricter size so much for want as exercise, to numb the sense of dearth which should sin haste it, though mights but only see, not taste it. But can thy humble roof maintain a choir of singing crickets by thy fire, and the brisk mouse may feast herself with crumbs till that the green-eyed kittling comes, then to her

cabin blessed she can escape the sudden danger of a rape. And thus thy little well kept stock, to prove wealth cannot make a life but love. Nor art thou so close-handed, but canst spend counsel, concurring with the end, as well as spare, still conning or distheme to shun the first and last extreme, or daining that thy small stop find no breach or to exceed thy tethers reach, but to live ground and close and wisely true to thy own self and known to few. Thus let thy rural sanctuary be elisioned to thy wife and thee, there to disport yourselves with golden measure, for seldom use commends the pleasure. Live and live blessed, price-happy pair, let breath but lost to one be the other's death, and as there is one love, one faith, one truth be so one death, one grave to both.

Till when, in such assurance live, he may nor fear, or wish your dying day. 59. To his peculiar friend, Mr. John Wicks. Since shed or cottage I have none, I sing the more that thou hast one, to whose glad threshold and free door I may a poet come, though poor, and eat with thee a savory bit, paying but common thanks for it. Yet, should I chance my Wicks to see an over-leaven, looking thee to sour the bread and turn the beer to an exalted vinegar, or should style price me as a dish of thrice-boiled warts or three days fish, I'd rather hungry go and come than to thy house be burdensome, yet in my depth of grief I'd be one that should drop his beads for thee. 16. A paranatical or divisive verse to his friend, Mr. John Wicks. Is this a life, to break thy

sleep, to rise as soon as day death peep, to tire thy patient ox or ass by noon, and let thy good days pass, not knowing this, that joe decrees some mirth to dulce man's miseries? No, to his a life, to have thy oil without extortion from my soil, thy faithful fields to you be grain, although with some yet little pain, to have thy mind and noptual bed with fears and cares uncomparate, a pleasing wife that by thy side lies softly panting like a bride. This is to live, and to endure those minutes time has lent us here. Then while fate suffer, live thou free, as is that air that circles thee, and crown thy temples too, and bleth thy servant, not thy own self-sweat, to strut thy bonds with sheaves of wheat. Time steals away like to a stream, and we glide hence away with them. No sound recalls

the hours once fled, or roses, being wither it, nor us, my friend, when we are lost like to a dew or melted frost. Then live we mirthful while we should, and turn the iron edge to gold. Let's feast and frolic, sing and play, and thus less last than live our day, whose life with care is overcast, that man's not said to live, but last. Nor is the life seven years to tell, but for to live that half-seven well. And that will do, as men who know some few sands spent, we hence must go both to be blended in the iron, from which there's never a return. Sixty-one, to his honored and most ingenious friend, Mr. Charles Cotton. For brave comportment, wit without offense, words fully flowing yet of influence,

thou art that man of men, the man alone worthy of the public admiration, who with thine own eyes reads what we do right, and gives down numbers euphony and weight, tells when a verse brings high, how understood to be, or not. Born of the royal blood, what state above what symmetry below thines have, or should have, thou the best can show, for which my Charles, it is my pride to be not so much known as to be loved of thee. Long may I live so, and my wreath of bays be less another loral than thy praise. Sixty-two, a new year's gift sent to Sir Symmiam Steward. No news of navy's burnt at seas, no noise of late spawned titories, no closet plot, or open vent that frights men with a parliament, no new device, or late found a trick to read by the stars, the kingdom's sick, no gin to catch the state, or ring the

free-born nostril of the king we sent to you, but here a jolly verse crowned with ivy and with holly, the tells of winter's tales and mirth that milk-maids make about the earth, of Christmas sports, the wasso bowl, that tossed up after fox of the whole, of blind man-buff, or of the care that young men have to shoe the mare. Of twelve tide-cakes, of peace and beans, wherewith you make those merry-scenes, when as you choose your king and queen and cry out, hey, for our town green, of asheaps in the which he use husbands and wives by streaks to choose, of crackling loral which fore sounds a plenty as harvest to your grounds. Of these and such like things, for shift, we send instead of new year's gift. Read then, and when your face is shine with bucsum meat and capering wine, remember us in the cup's full crowned and let our city-health go round, quite through the young maids and

the men to the ninth number, if not ten, until the fired chestnuts leap for joy to see the fruits she reap, from the plump chalice and the cup the temps till it be toss it up. Then as you sit about your embers, call not to mine those fled-dice embers, but think on these that are to peer, as daughters to the instant year. Sit crowned with rose-budds and corows till Libber Potter twirls the house about your ears, and lay upon the year your cares that fled and gone, and let the russet swains the plough and harrow hang up resting now, and to the bagpipe all address till sleep takes place of weariness. And thus throughout, with Christmas plays frolic the full twelve holy days. Sixty-three, and O dessert clips be crew. Here we securely live and eat the cream of meat, and keep eternal fires by which we sit and do divine as wine and rage inspires. If full

which arm, then call upon an accran to grace the frantic thurse, and having drunk we raise a shout throughout to praise his verse. Then cause we horrors to be read, which song or said a goblet to the brim of lyric wine both swelled and crowned around we croft to him. Thus thus we live and spend the hours in wine and flowers, and make the frolic year the month the week the instant day to stay the longer here. Come then, brave knight, and see the selver in I dwell and my enchantments too, which love and noble freedom is, and this shall fatter you. Take horse and come, or be so kind to send your mind, though but in numbers few, and I shall think I have the heart or part of clips be crew. Sixty-four, a panagiric to Sir Louis Pemberton. Till I shall come again, let this suffice I

sent my salt, my sacrifice to thee thy lady, younglings, and despise to thy genius and thy law. To the worn threshold, porch, hull, parlor, kitchen, the fat-fed smoking temple which in the wholesome savor of thy mighty kinds invites to supper him who dines. Where laden spits, warped with large ribs of beef, not represent, but give relief to the length stranger in the sourced swayne, where both may feed and come again. For no black-bearded vigil from thy doorbeats with a button staff the poor, but from thy warm, love-hatching gates, each may take friendly morsels, and their stay to son his thin-clad members if he likes. With thou no porter keeps, no strikes, no commer to thy roof, his guest-right bonds, or staying there is scourged with taunts of some rough groom who yurked with corn, as sir you've dipped too long with the vinegar, and with our broth and bread and bits for

friend you've fared well, pray make an end. Two days you've larded here, a third you know makes guests and fish smell strong, pray go you to some other chimney, and there take essay of other giblets, make myriad another's hearth, yur here welcome as thundered to our beer. Manor's nose distanced, and a man unrued would soon recoil and not intrude his stomach to a second meal? No, no. Thy house well fed and taught can show no such crab-divisored, thou hast learnt thy train with heart and hand to entertain, and by the arms full with a breast unhid as the old race of mankind did when either's heart and either's hand did strive to be the nearer relative, thou dost redeem those times, and what was lost of ancient honesty may boast it keeps a growth in thee, and so will run a course in thy fame's pledge thy son. Thus, like a Roman tribune, thou thy gate early

sets out to feast and late, keeping no courage waiter to a fright with blasting eye the appetite, which fame would waste upon thy cates but that the trencher creature marketh what best and more suppling PC cuts, and by some private pinch tells dangers nigh. A hand to desperate for a knife that bites skin deep into the pork, or lights upon some part of kid as if mistook, when checkered by the butter's look. No, no. Thy bread thy wine thy jocke and beer is not reserved for trebius here, but all who at thy table seated are find equal freedom, equal fair. And thou, like to that hospitable God, joe, joist when guests make their abode to eat thy bullock's thighs, thy veils, thy fat-weathers, and never grudged at. Its fall in America make it count at the ram driving to fall sales event, make it powerful with our strongest ram 1500 ever, make it move with the ram heavy duty with an available

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limited warranty. Hurrie and now for great deals during the ram driving to fall sales event, excludes fully electric vehicles applied to 2026 model year vehicles non transferable visit moepard.com for complete details on a copy of the powertrain limited warranty. Cummins is a registered trademark of Cummins ain't Ram and Hemmy are registered trademarks of FCA US LLC. The fessant, partridge, gotwit, re-brough, rail, the cock, the curlew, and the quail, these, and thy choiceest vines to extend their tastes onto the lower end of thy glad table, not a dish more known to thee than unto anyone. But as thy meat, so thy immortal wine, makes the smirk face of each to shine, and spring fresh rose buds, while the salt, the wit, flows from the wine and graces it, while reverence waiting at the bashful board honors my lady and my lord. No scurril, just, no open scene is laid here for to make the face afraid, but temperate mirth dealt forth, and so discreetly that it makes the meat more sweet,

and adds perfumes unto the wine which thou dost rather pour forth than allow by crews and measure, thus devoting wine as the canary aisles were thine. But with that wisdom and that method, as no one thinks that there his guilty glass drinks of distemper, or has caused to cry repentance to his liberty. No, thou no st-orders ethics, and as dread all economics, no st-to-lead a house dance neatly, and can st-tually show how far a figure ought to go forward, or backward, and sideward, and what pace can give and what retract to grace. What gesture, courtship, comelinus, agrees with those thy primitive decrees to give subsistence to the house, and proof what genius I support thy roof, goodness and greatness, not the open piles, for these and marbles have their wiles to last, but not their ever. Virtue's hand it is which

builds against fate to stand, such as thy house, whose firm foundations trust is more in thee than in her dust or depth. These last may yield in yearly shrink, when what is strongly built, no chink or yawning rupture can the same devour, but fixed it stands by her own power and well-laid bottom, on the iron at rock, which tries and counter stands the shock and ram of time, and by vexation grows the stronger. Virtue dies when foes are wanting to her exercise, but great and large she spreads by dust and sweat. Safe stand thy walls, and thee, and so both will, since neither's height was raised by the ill others, since no st-t-toe, no peace was reared up by the poor man's pleas, no widows' tenement was racked to guild of fret thy ceiling, or to build a sweating closet to anoint the silt soft skin, or bathe in asses milk, no orphans' pittance left him, served to set the pillars up

of lasting jet, for which their cries might beat against thine ears, or in the damped jet read their tears. No plank from hallowed altar does appeal to yon star chamber, or does seal a curse to thee or thine, but all things even make for thy peace and pace to heaven. Go on directly so, as just men may a thousand times more swear than say, this is that princely peep-em-perton, who can teach men to keep a god in man, and when wise poets shall search out to see good men, they find them all in thee. Sixty-five, all things decay and die. All things decay with time, the forest sees the growth and downfall of her aged trees, that timber tall which three scorelusters stood the proud dictator of the state-like wood. I mean the sovereign of all plants,

the oak, droops, dyes and falls, without the cleaver's stroke. Sixty-six, to his dying brother, master William Herrick. Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight, but stay the time till we have bad good night. Thou hast both wind and tide with thee, thy way has soon dispatched his by the night as day. Let us not then so rudely henceforth go till we have wept, kissed, sighed, shook hands or so. There's pain in parting, and the kind of hell, when once true lovers take their last farewell. What shall we to our endless leaves take here without a sad look, or a solemn tear? He knows not love that hath not this truth proved, love is most loath to leave the thing beloved. Here we are vows and co. Yet when we part, then, even then, I will be

queath my heart into thy loving hands, for I'll keep none to warm my breast when thou my pulse are gone. No, here I last and walk a harmless shade about this urn wherein thy dust is laid. To guard it so as nothing here shall be heavy to hurt those sacred seeds of the 67. His age dedicated to his peculiar friend, Mr. John Wicks, under the name of Postumus. Ah, Postumus, our years hence fly and leave no sound. Nor piety or prayers or vow can keep the wrinkle from the brow. But we must on as fate does lead or draw us. None, none, Postumus, could air decline the doom of cruel, prouce a pine. The pleasing wife, the house, the ground must all be left. No one plant found to follow thee, save only the cursed cypress tree. A merry mind looks forward,

scorns was left behind. Let's live my Wicks, then, while we may, and here enjoy our holiday. We've seen the past best times, and these will never return. We see the seas and moons to whine, but they fill up their ebbs again. But banished man, like to a lily-lost, near can, near can repute you late, nor bring his days to see a second spring. But on we must, and with their tend, where anchors and rich-tulles blend their sacred seed, thus has infernal joe decreed. We must be made air-long a song, air-long a shade. Why, then, since life to us is short, let's make it full-up by our sport. Crown we are heads with the roses, then, and, noint with Tyrion-Bahm, but when we do our dead, the world with us is buried. Then, live, we free, as is the air, and let us be our own fair wind,

and mark each one day with the white and lucky stone. We are not poor, although we have no roofs of cedar, nor are brave by ye, nor keep account of such a flock of sheep. No bulks fed to lard the shambles, barbles, bread to kiss our hands, nor do we wish for polio's lampries in our dish. If we can meet and so confer both by a shining salt-seller, and have our roof, although not arched yet whether proof and ceiling free from that cheap candle-baudery, we'll eat our bean with that full-murth as we will lords of all the earth. Well, then, on what seas we are tossed, our comfort is, we can't be lost. Let the winds drive our bark yet she will keep alive amidst the deeps. To his constancy, my wicks, which keeps the pinnest up, which, though she errs its seas, she saves her passengers. Say, we must part.

Sweet mercy bless us both at sea, camp wilderness. Can we so far stray to become less circular than we are now? No, no, that self-same heart, that vow which made us one shall near undo or revel so to make us tomb. Live in thy peace, as for myself, when I am bruised on the shelf of time and show my locks be hung with frost and snow, when with the room the cough the pthysic I consume unto an almost nothing, then the ages fled I'll call again. And with a tear compare these last lame and bad times with those are past, while balkus by my old lean wife shall kiss a dry, and so we'll sit by the fire for telling snow and slit and weather by our aches, grown now old enough to be our own true calendars, as puses ear washed ores to tell what changes near. Then to assuage the grippings

of the kind by age, I'll call my young Iulas to sing such a song I made upon my Julius breast, and of her blush at such a feast. Then shall he read that flower of mine enclosed within a crystal shrine, a primo's next, a peace then of a higher text, for to be get in me a more transcendent heat than that insinuating fire which crept into each aged sigh when the fair Helen from her eyes shot for her loving sorceries, at which I'll rear my aged limbs above my chair, and hearing it, flutter and crow as in a fit of fresh concupacence and cry, no lust there's like depoetry. Thus, frantic, crazy man, God-watt, I'll call to mine things have forgot, and often between repeat the times that I have seen. Thus, ripe with tears and twisting my Iulas' hairs,

doting I weep and say in truth, balkus, these were my sins of youth. Then next I'll cause my hope for lad, if the wild apple can be had, to crown the earth, law thus conspiring with our mirth. Then to infuse our browner ale into the cruise, which sweetly spiced, we'll first corouse unto the genius of the house. Then the next health de' friends of mine, loving the brave Burgundian wine, high sons of pith, whose fortunes I have frolet with, such as could well bear up the magic bow and spell, and dancing about the mystic thirst, give up the just applause to verse. To those and then again to thee we'll drink my wicks, until we be plump as the cherry, though not so fresh, yet fullest merri as the cricket, the untamed heifer or the cricket, until our tongues shall tell our ears we're younger by a score of years. Thus, till we see the fire less shine from thembers than the kittling's eye,

we'll still sit up, spearing about the wasle cup, to all those times which gave me honor for my rhymes, the gold one spent, within to bed, far more than night bewery it. 68. The bad season makes the poet sad, dull to myself and almost dead to these my many fresh and fragrant mistresses, lost to all music now since everything puts on the semblance here of sorrowing. Sick is the land to the heart, and other than your more dangerous faintings by her desperate cure. But if that golden age would come again and Charles' ear rule as he before did reign, if smooth and unperplexed the seasons were as when the sweet merri live it here, I should delight to have my curls have drowned interior in dues and head with roses crowned,

and once more yet, air I am laid out dead, knock at a star with my exalted head. 69. On himself, a weary pilgrim I have wandered here twice, five and twenty, baked me but one year. Long I have lasted in this world, just true, but yet those years that I have lived, but few. Who by his gray hairs doth his lustres tell lives not those years, but he that lives them well. One man has reached his sixty years, but he of all those three score has not lived half three. He lives who lives to virtue, men who cast their ends for pleasure do not live, but last. 70. His winding sheet. Come thou who art the wine and wit of all Ivor it, the grace, the glory,

and the best piece of the rest, thou art of what I did in ten the all and end, and what was made was made to meet thee, thee, my sheet. Come then, and be to my chased side, both bed and bride, we too, as reddocks left, will have one rest, one grave. And hugging close, we need not fear lust entering here, where all desires are dead or cold as is the mold, and all affections of God, though trouble not. Here, here the slaves and prisoners be from shackles free, and weeping widows long oppressed to hear find rest. The wronged client ends his laws here and his cause. Here those long suits of chance rely quiet or die, and all star chamber bills to cease or hold their peace. Here needs no court for unrequest where all are best, all wise, all equal,

and all just alike the dust. Nor need we hear to fear the frown of cold or crown, where fortune bears no sway or things, there all are kings. In the secure place we'll keep as low to sleep, or for a little time will lie as robes laid by to be another day reworn, turned but not torn, or like old testaments and grossed locked up, not lost. And for a while lie here concealed to be revealed next at the great platonic year, and then. It's fall in jeep country, and during the driving to fall sales event, get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained, like jeep rankler, confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever, jeep grand Cherokee, and freedom that can't be denied, with the open air freedom and jeep gladiator. After 85 years, it's no surprise that jeep became America's SUV brand, get a great deal during the jeep driving to fall sales event. Jeep is one more awards over its lifetime than any of the

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of FCA US LLC. Meet here. 71, an accreantech. Borna was to be old and for to die here. After that, in the mold, long for to lie here. But before that day comes, still I be boozing. For I know in the tools, there's no curousing. 72, to laurels. A funeral stone or verse I covet none, but only crave of you that I may have a sacred laurel springing from my grave, which being seen blessed with perpetual green may grow to be not so much called a tree as the eternal monument of me. 73, on himself weep for the dead for they have lost this light, and weep for me lost in an

endless night, or mourn or make a marble verse for me who writ for many, benediguity. 74, on himself. Lost to the world, lost to myself, alone here now I rest under this marble stone in depth of silence, heard and seen of none. 75, to rub in reddressed. Layed out for dead, let thy last kindness be with leaves and moss work for to cover me. And while the wood nymphs my cold corpse in turn sing thou my dirge, sweet warbling chorister. For ever tof in foliage next right this, here, here the tomb of Robin Herrick is. 76, the olive branch. Sadly I walked within the field to see what comforted wood yield,

and as I went my private way and olive branch before me lay, and seeing it I made a stay and took it up and viewed it. Then kissing the omen said, oh men, be it so, and let this be a divination unto me. That in short time my woe shall cease, and love shall crown my end with peace. 77, the plaudity, or end of life. If, after rude and boisterous seas my wearyed penis here finds ease, if so it be I've gained the shore with safety of a faithful ore, if having run my bark on ground you see the aged vessel crowned, what's to be done? But on the sands you dance and sing and now clap hands. The first act's doubtful, but we say it is the last commends the play. 7, the end of section 4

Section 5 of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick. This liver box recording is in the public domain, read by Thomas Copeland. Amoris 78, to groves. East silent shades whose each tree here some relic of a saint tothware, who for some sweetheart's sake did prove the fire and martyrdom of love. Here's the legend of those saints that died for love and their complaints. Their wounded hearts and names we find and carved upon the leaves and rind. Give way, give way to me who come scorched with the self-same martyrdom, and have deserved as much love knows as to be canonized amongst those whose deeds and deaths he written are within your greedy calendar. By all those virgins, Philates hung upon your boughs and Requiem sung for saints and souls departed hence, here honored still with frankincense, by all those tears that have been shed

as a drink offering to the dead, by all those true love-nots that be with models carved on every tree, by sweet Saint Phyllis pity me, by dears Saint Haifis, and the rest of all those other saints now blessed, me, me forsaken, here at midt among your murals to ev'rit, that my poor name may have the glory to live remembered in your story. 79. Mr. Celisabeth Weither, under the name of the lost Chebertus. Among the murals as I walked, love and my size thus intertalked. Tell me, sir, I, in deep distress, where I may find my shepherds. Thou foolst, had love, no stonut this, in everything that sweet she is, in your incarnation, go and seek, there thou shalt find her lip and cheek, in that enamored pangs he'd buy,

there thou shalt have her curious eye. In bloom of peach and roses bud, there waves the streamer of her blood. Just true, said I, and there upon I went to pluck them one by one to make a part's an union, but on a sudden all were gone, if which I stopped, said, love, these be the true resemblances of thee, for as these flowers thy joys must die, and in the turning of an eye, and all thy hopes of her must wither, like those short suites here knit together. 80. A vow to Venus. Happily I had a sight of my dearest dear last night, make her this day smile on me, and all roses give to thee. 81. Upon love, a crystal vile

cupid brought, which had a juice in it, of which, who drank, he said, no thought of love, he should admit. I, greedy of the prize did drink and emptied soon the glass, which burnt me so, that I do think the fire of hell it was. Give me my earthen cups again the crystal I can tem, which, though in chased with pearls, contain a deadly draft in them, and thou will cupid come not to my threshold, since I see for all I have, or else can do, thou still will cousin me. 82. Upon Julius' clothes, when as in silks my Julia goes, till then the things house sweetly flows that liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast my eyes and see that brave vibration each way free, oh how thy glittery takeeth me. 83. The bracelet to Julia. Why, I tie about thy wrist

Julia, this my silken twist? For what other reason is to show thee how in part thou my pretty captive art, but thy bond slave is my heart. Tis but silk that bindeth thee, nap the thread and thou art free, but is otherwise with me. I am bound and fast bound so that from thee I cannot go, if I could, I would not so. 84. Upon Julius' ribbon, as shows the air, when with a rainbow graced, so smiles that ribbon about my Julia's waist, or like nay, tis that zonulet of love wherein all pleasures of the world are woe. 85. To Julia. How rich and pleasing thou my Julia art, in each thy dainty and peculiar part. First, for thy queen ship, on thy head is set of flowers a sweet

commingled coronet. About thy neck, our carcinate is bound, made of the ruby pearl and diamond. A golden ring that shines upon thy thumb, about thy wrist, the rich dartanium. Between thy breasts, the down of swans more white, there plays the sapphire and the chrysalite. No part besides must of thyself be known, but by the topaz, O'hole, calceton. 86. Art above nature to Julia. When I behold a forest spread with silken trees upon thy head, and when I see that other dress of flowers set in commoners, when I behold another grace in the ascent of curious lace, which like a pinnacle that chew the top and the top gallant to. Then when I see thy dresses bound into an oval square or round, and knit in knots far more than I can tell by tongue

or true love tie. Next, when those loony films I see play with a wild civility, and all those airy silks to flow, and luring me, and tempting so, I must confess, my nae and heart don't sless on nature than on art. 87. Her bed. Sist out that cloud is silver clear, plump, soft, and swelling everywhere, tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there. 88. The rock of rubies and the quarry of pearls. Some asked me where the rubies grew, and nothing I did say but with my finger pointed to the lips of Julia. Some asked how pearls did grow and where, then spoke I to my girl to pardon lips, and show me there

the quarterlets of pearl. 89. The Parliament of roses to Julia. I dreamt the roses one time went to meet and sit in Parliament. The place for these and for the rest of flowers was thy spotless breast, over the which a state was drawn of Tiffany or Cobweblon. Then in that party all those powers voted the rose, the queen of flowers, but so as that herself should be the maid of honor unto thee. 90. Upon Julia's recovery, Drew, no more, or hang the head, you roses, almost withered, now strength and newer purple get each here declining violet. Oh, prim roses, let this day be a resurrection unto ye, and to all flowers a light in blood, or sworn to that sweet sisterhood,

for health on Julia's cheek has shed, claret, and cream comeingalid, and those are lips to now appear as beams of coral, but more clear. 91. Upon Julia's hair filled with dew, dew sat on Julia's hair and spangled to, like leaves that later now with trembling dew, or glittered to my sight as when the beams have the reflected light danced by the streams. 92. Cherry-right. Cherry-right, right, right, right, by cry, full of fair ones, common by. If so be you, ask me where they do grow. I answer, there were my Julia's lips to smile. There's the land, or cherry-ile, whose plantations fully show all the year where cherries grow. 93. The captive bee, or the little filter.

As Julia once a slumbering lay, it chanced a bee to fly that way after a dew, or dew-like shower, to tipple freely in a flower. For some rich flower he took the lip of Julia and began to sip. But when he fell, he sucked from then's honey, and in the quintessence he drank so much he scarce could stir, so Julia took the pilferer, and thus surprised as filters use he thus began himself to excuse. 42. Sweet lady flower. I never brought hither the least one, deeping thought, but taking those rare lips of yours for some fresh, fragrant, luscious flowers, I thought I might there take a taste where so much syrup ran at waste. Besides, no this, I never sting the flower that gives me nourishing, but with a kiss or thanks, to pay for honey that I bear away. This said he laid his little scoop of honey for her leadership, and told her as some

tears did fall, that he took, and that was all, at which she smiled and begged him go and take his bag, but thus much know, when next he came a pilfering so, he should from her full lips derive honey enough to fill his hive. 94. Upon roses. Under a lawn, then skies more clear, some ruffle roses nestling were, and snuggging there they seemed to lie as in a flower in an antery. They blushed and looked more fresh than flowers, quickened of late by pretty showers, and all because they were possessed but of the heat of Julius breast, which, as a warm and moistened spring, gave them their ever flourishing. 95. How his soul came ensnared. 95. My soul would one day go and seek for roses, and in Julius' cheek,

a richness of those sweet she found, as in another rossumund, but gathering roses as she was, not knowing what would come to pass, it chatched a ringlet of her hair caught my poor soul as in a snare, which ever since has been enthralled. 95. Its fall in jeep country, and during the driving to fall sales event, get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained, like jeep rankler, confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever, jeep grand Cherokee, and freedom that can't be denied, with the open air freedom and jeep gladiator. After 85 years, it's no surprise that jeep became America's SUV brand, get a great deal during the jeep driving to fall sales event. Jeep is one more awards over its lifetime than any other SUV brand, jeep in the jeep grille register trademarts of FCAUS LLC. Its fall in America make it count at the ram driving to fall sales event, make it powerful with our strongest ram 1500 ever, make it move with the ram heavy duty with an available commons diesel, and make it go the distance with a 10 year or 100,000 mile powertrain limited

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to drink in notes and numbers, such as blessed souls can't hear too much, then milled it down there, let me lie entranced and lost, confusedly, and by thy music struck a mute, die, and returned into a lute. 97. The Nightpiece to Julia. Her eyes the glow worm, Lendy, the shooting stars attend the, and the elves also whose little eyes glow like the sparks of fire befriending. No wood of the wisp mislight thee, nor snake nor slow worm bite thee, but on, on thy way, not making us stay, since ghost there's none to afraid thee. Let not the dark decumber, what of the moon does slumber, the stars of the night will lend thee their light, like tapers clear without number. Then Julia let me woo thee, thus, thus to come unto me,

and when I shall meet thy silvery feet, my soul I'll pour into thee. 98. His covenant or protestation to Julia. Why, just thou wound and break my heart, as if we should forever part, has thou not heard an oath from me, after a day, or two, or three, I would come back and live with thee? Take, if thou dost distrust that bow, this second protestation now, upon thy cheek that spangled tear which sits as dew of roses there, that tear shall scarce be dried before I'll kiss the threshold of thy door. Then weep not sweet, but thus much know, I'm half return before I go. 99. His sailing from Julia. When that day comes, whose evenings, as I'm gone unto that watery desolation, devoutly to thy closet-guards, then pray that my winged ship may meet no remore.

Those deities which circummate the seas and look upon our dreadful passages will from all dangers re-deliver me for one drink-offering poured out by thee. Mersey and truth live with thee, and for bear in my short absence to unsluse a tear. But yet for love's sake, let thy lips do this. Give my dead picture one engendering kiss, work that to life, and let me ever dwell in thy remembrance, Julia, so farewell. 100. His last request to Julia. I have been wanton and too bold, I fear, to chase for much the virgin's cheek or ear, beg for my pardon, Julia. He did win grace with the gods who sorry for his sin. That done, by Julia, dearest Julia, come and go with me to choose my burial room. My fates are ended. When thy heric dies, clasp thou his book, then close thou up his eyes.

101. The Transfiguration. Immortal clothing I put on so soon as, Julia, I am gone to my eternal mansion. Thou, thou art here, to human sight, clothed all with incorrupted light. But yet, how more admirably bright could thou appear when thou art set in thy refulgent throne of that shines thus in thy counterfeit? 102. Love dislikes nothing. What so ever thing I see, rich or poor, although it be, is a mistress under me. Be my girl or fair or brown, does she smile, or does she frown, still, I write a sweetheart down. Be she rough for smooth of skin, when I touch, shy, then begin for to let affection in. Be she bold or does she wear locks in curl to other hair, I shall find enchantment there. Be she whole or be she rent, so my fancy

be content, she's to me most excellent. Be she fat or be she lean, be she slutish, be she clean, I'm a man for every scene. 103. Up on love. I held loves head while it did ache, but so it chanced to be the cruel pain did his forsake, and forthwith came to me. I, me, how shall my grief be stilled, or where else shall we find one like to me, who must be killed for being too, too kind? 104. To die anemia. I could but see the yesterday stung by a fretful bee, and either javelin sucked away and healed the wound in the, a thousand thorns and dryers and stings I have in my poor breast, yet near can see that sav which brings my passions any rest. As love shall help me, I admire how thou canst sit and

smile to see me bleed, and not desire to stunge the blood the while. If thou composed of gentle mode or so unkind to me, what dismal stories will be told of those that cruel be. 105. To Perena. When I thy parts run ore, I can't aspire in any one the least in decency, but every line and limb diffused dense of fair and unfamiliar excellence, so that the more I look, the more I prove, there's still more cause why I the more should love. 106. To Inoni. What conscience say is it in thee when I a heart had one to take away that heart from me and to retain my own? For shame or pity, no inclined to play a loving part, either to send me kindly thine or give me back my heart?

Cove it not both, but if thou dost resolve to part with neither, why, yet to show that thou art just, take me and mine together? 107. To Electra. I dare not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile, lest having that or this I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share of my desire should be only to kiss that air that blatantly kisseth thee. 108. To Anthia, whom may command him anything, bid me to live and I will live thy Protestant to be, or bid me love and I will give a loving heart to thee. A heart is soft, the heart is kind, a heart a sound and free as in the whole world thou canst find, that heart I'll give to thee. Bid that heart stay and it will stay to honor thy decree, or bid it languish quite away and shall do so for

thee. Bid me to weep and I will weep while I have eyes to see, and having none yet I will keep a heart to weep for thee. Bid me to spare and I will despair under that cypress tree, or bid me die, and I will dare in death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, the very eyes of me, and hast command of every part to live and die for thee. 109. Anthia's retraction and Thou art in fearingless success might stretch the cords of civil comeliness, she with a dainty blush rebuked her face and called each line back to his ruler's space. 110. Love lightly pleased, let fair or foul my Mr. Speed, or low or tall, she pleased with me,

or let her walk or stand or sit the posture's hers, I'm pleased with it. All that her tongue be still, or stir, graceful is everything from her, or let her grand or else deny, my love will fit each history. 111. To die anemia, give me one kiss and no more, if so be this makes you poor to enrich you I'll restore for that one, two thousand score. 112. Upon her eyes, clear are her eyes like purest skies, discovering from thence a baby there that turns each sphere like an intelligence. 113. Upon her feet, her pretty feet like snails did creep a little out and then as if they've played at oak peep did soon draw in again. 114. Upon

a delaying lady, come, come away or let me go, must I hear stay because you're slow and will continue so? 123. Troth, lady, no. I's going to be a slave to state and since I'm free I will not wait henceforth at such a rate for needy fate. 114. If you desire my spark should glow, the peeping fire you must blow or I shall quickly grow to frost or snow. 115. The cruel maid. And cruel maid because I see you scornful of my love and me I'll trouble you no more but go my way where you shall never know what has become of me. There I will find me out a path to die or learn some way how to forget you and your name forever. Yet, air I go hence, know this from me what will in time your fortune be. This to your coignus I will tell and having spoke at once farewell. The lily will

not long endure nor the snow continue pure, the rose, the violet one day see both these lady flowers decay and you must fade as well as they. And it may chance that love may turn and like to mine make your heart burn and weep to see it. Yet this thing do that my last bow commends to you when you shall see that I am dead. For pity let it tear be shed and with your mantle or mecast give my cold lips at kiss at last. If twice you kiss you need not fear that I shall stir or live more here. Next, hollow out a tomb to cover me, me the most despised lover, and right thereon, this reader know, love killed this man. No more but so. 116 to his mistress objecting to him neither toy or talking. You say I love not because I do not

play still with your curls and kiss the time away. You blame me too because I can't devise some sport to please those babies in your eyes. By love's religion I must here confess it the most I love when I the least express it. Shall griefs find tongues? Full casks are ever found to give if any yet but little sound. Deep waters noiseless are and this we know that chiding streams betray small depth below. So when love speechless is she does express a depth in love and that depth bottomless. Now since my love is tongueless no me such who speak but little because I love so much. 117 in possibilities to his friend. My faithful friend if you can see the fruit to grow up or the tree

if you can see the color come into the blushing pear or plum if you can see the water grow to cakes of ice or flakes of snow if you can see that drop of rain lost in the wild sea once again if you can see how dreams do creep into the brain by easy sleep then there is hope that you may see her love me once who now hates me. 118 the bubble a song to my revenge and to her desperate fears fly thou made bubble of my size and tears in the wild air when thou hast ruled about and like a blasting planet found her out stoop mount pass by and take her eye then glare like to a dreadful comet in the air next when thou dost perceive her fix it sight for thy revenge to be most opposite then like a globe a ball of wildfire fly and break by self in shivers on her eye. 119 delight in disorder

a sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wanderness a lawn above the shoulders thrown into a fine distraction an earring lace which here and there and thralls the crimson stomacher a cuff neglectful and thereby ribbons to flow confusedly a winning way deserving note in the tempestuous petty coat a careless shoe string in whose tie I see a wild civility do more be which me than when art is too precise in every part. 119 to silvia pardon my trespass silvia I confess my kiss outwent the bounds of shame-vaceness none is discreet at all times no not jove himself at one time can be wise and love. It's fall in America make it count at the ram driving to fall sales event make it powerful with our strongest ram 1500 ever make it move with

the ram heavy duty with an available commons diesel and make it go the distance with a 10 year or 100,000 mile powertrain limited warranty hurry and now for great deals during the ram driving to fall sales event excludes fully electric vehicles applied to 2026 model year vehicles non-transferable visit moepar.com for complete details on a copy of the powertrain limited warranty come into the register trademark of commons a ram and heavy our registered trademarks of FCA US LLC it's fall in jeep country and during the driving to fall sales event get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained like jeep wrangler confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever jeep grand Cherokee and freedom that can't be denied with the open air jeep gladiator after 85 years it's no surprise that jeep became America's SUV brand get a great deal during the jeep driving to fall sales event jeep is one more awards over its lifetime than any other SUV brand jeep and the jeep grill register trademarks of FCA US LLC it's fall in America make it count at the ram driving to fall sales event make it powerful with our strongest ram 1500 ever make it move with the ram heavy duty with an available commons diesel and make it go the distance

with a 10 year or 100 thousand mile powertrain limited warranty hurry and now for great deals during the ram driving to fall sales event excludes fully electric vehicles apply to 2026 model year vehicles non transferable visit moepart.com for complete details on a copy of the powertrain limited warranty come into the register trademark of commons a ram and heavy our registered trademarks of FCA US LLC 121 to silvia to wed let us low late at last my silvia wed and loving lion one devoted bid by watch me stand my minutes fly post-aiced no sound calls back the year that once has passed then sweetest silvio let's no longer stay true love we know precipitates delay away with doubts all scruples hence remove no man at one time can be wise and love 122 barley break or last in hell we too are last in hell what may we fear to be tormented or

kept prisoners here a last if kissing be a plagues the worst we'll wish in hell we had been last and first 123 on a perfumed lady you say you're sweet how should we know whether that you be sweet or no compalters and perfumes keep free then we shall smell how sweet you be 124 the park I or three dainty destinies the armlet three lovely sisters working were as they were closely set of soft and dainty maiden hair a curious armlet I smiling asked them what they did fair destinies all three who told me they had drawn a thread of life and was for me they showed me then how fine to a spun and I replied there to I cannot now how soon to's done or cut if cut by you 125 a conjuration to electra by those soft tards of wool with which

the air is full by all those tinctures there that paint the hemisphere by dues and drizzling rain that swell the golden grain by all those sweets that be it flowering nunnery by silent nights and the three forms of heckety by all aspects that bless the soubersaurus while juice she strains and pith to make her filters with by time that hasten's on things to perfection and by yourself the best conjurement of the rest oh my electra be in love with nun but me 126 to saffo saffo I will choose to go where the northern winds do blow endless ice and endless snow rather than I once would see but a winter's face in thee to be numb my hopes and me 127 of love a sonnet how love came in I do not

know whether by thy or ear or no or whether with the soul it came at first infused with the same whether in part is here or there or like the soul whole everywhere this troubles me but I as well as any other this can tell that when from then she does depart the outlet then is from the heart 128 to dienemy sweet be not proud of those two eyes which star like sparkle in their skies nor be you proud that you can see all hearts or captives yours yet free be you not proud of that rich hair which wantons with the love sick air when as that ruby which you wear sunk from the tip of your soft ear will last to be a precious stone when all your world of beauty is gone 129 to dienemy dear though to part it be a hell yet dienemy now farewell thy frown last night

did bid me go but wither only grief does know I do beseech thee air we part if merciful as fair thou art or else desires that made should tell thy pity by loves chronicle oh dienemy rather kill me than to make me languish still to scruelty in the tooth height thus thus to wound not kill outright yet there's a way found if thou please by sudden death to give me ease and thus devised do thou but this bequeath to me one parting kiss so supra abundant joy shall be the executioner of me 130 kissing usually bionca let me pay the debt I owe thee for a kiss that lends to me and I to thee will render ten for this if thou will say ten will not pay for that so rich a one

I'll clear the sum if it will come unto a million he must of right to that most might make payment for his pleasure by this I guess of happiness who has a little measure 131 upon the loss of his mistresses I have lost and lately these many dainty mistresses stately julia prime of all saffo next a principle smooth and there for a skin white and heaven like crystalline sweet electra and the choice mirror for the lute and the voice next carina for her wit and the graceful use of it with gorilla all are gone only herics left alone for to number sorrow by their departure sense and die 132 the wounded heart come bring your sampler and with art draw into wounded heart

and dropping here and there not that I think that any dart can make yours bleed a tear or pierce anywhere yet do it to this end that I am made by this secret sea though you can make that heart to bleed yours air will ache for me 133 his mistress to him at his farewell you may vow I'll not forget to pay the debt which to thy memory stands as due as faith conceited you take then tribute of my tears so long as I have fears to prompt me I shall ever languish and look but thy return seen ever oh then to lessen my despair print thy lips into the air so by this means I may kiss thy kiss when as some kind wind shall hear their wafted and in you my lips shall send a

thousand back to you 134 crutches thou ceased me luchia this year drew three zodiacs filled more I shall stoop let crutches then provided be to shore up my ability then while thou laughed I'll sigh and cry a ruin under prompt them I don't allow then my beetsman's gown and when so feeble I am grown as my weak shoulders cannot bear the burden of a grass-upper yet with the bench of aged sires when I and they keep terminifires with my weak voice I'll sing or say some oeds I made oh lucie then will I heed my withered hand to jove the mighty for to stand thy faithful friend and to pour down upon thee many abenison 135 to anthea and thea I am going hence with some

small stock of innocence but yet those blessed gates I see with standing entrance unto me to pray for me do thou begin the port of then will let me in 136 to anthea now is the time when all the lights waxed him and thou anthea must withdraw from him who was thy servant dearest bury me under that holy oak or gospel tree where thou ceased not thou missed think upon me when thou yearly ghost procession or for my honor they me in that tomb in which thy sacred relics shall have room for my enbalming sweetest there will be no spices wanting when I'm laid by thee 137 to his lovely mistresses one night to the year my dearest beauties come and bring those

dew drink offerings to my tomb when thence you see my reverend ghost arise and there to lick the fused sacrifice though paleness be the livery that I wear look ye not one or colorless for fear trust me have we not heard ye or once show the least grim look or cast a frown on you nor shall the tapers when I'm their burned blue this I may do perhaps as I glide by cast on my girls at glance and loving I oh fold my arms and sigh because I've lost the world so soon and in it you the most then these no fears more on your fancy's fall though then I smile and speak no words at all 138 to parilla ah my parilla dust thou grieve to see me day by day to steal away from thee

age calls me hence and my gray hairs bid come and haste away to my eternal home to not belong grilla after this that I must give thee the supremeest kiss dead when I am first cast in salt and bring part of the cream from that religious spring with which parilla wash my hands and feet that done then wind me in that very sheet which wrapped thy smooth limbs when thou didst implore the gods protection but the night before follow me weeping to my turf and there let follow primrose and with it a tear then lastly let some weekly strewings be devoted to the memory of me then shall my ghost not walk about but keep still in the cool and silent shades of sleep 139 a meditation for his mistress you are too lip-seeing today

but theorist of so short a stay that where you grew scarce man can say you are a lovely July flower yet one rude wind or ruffling shower will force you hence and in an hour you are a sparkling rose it but yet lost and that chased flesh and blood can show where you grew or stood you are a full spread bear set vine and can with tendrils love and twine yet dried air you distill your wine you are like balm and clothes at well in amber or some crystal shell yet lost air you transfuse your smell you are a dainty violet yet withered air you can be set within the virgin's coronet you are the queen all flowers among but die you must fair made air long as he the maker of this song 140 to the virgins to make much of time

gather heroes buts while he may old time is still a flying and this same flower that smiles today tomorrow will be dying the glorious lamp of heaven the sun the higher he's a getting the sooner will his race be run and nearer he's to setting that ages best which is the first when youth and blood a warmer but being spent the worst and worst times still succeed the former then be not coy but use your time and while you may go marry for having lost but once your prime you may forever tary the end of section five 148 section six of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick

this diprivox recording is in the public domain bred by Thomas Copeland epigrams 141 posting to printing let others to the printing press run fast since after death comes glory i'll not haste 142 his loss all has been plundered from me but my wit fortune herself can lay no claim to it 143 things mortal still mutable things are uncertain and the more we get the more on icy pavements we are set 144 no man without money no man such rare parts hath that he can swim if favor or occasion help not him 145 the present time best pleaser i'm kiana and i leveled up my business with Shopify

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speak she bids us right 149 the definition of beauty beauty no other thing is than a beam flashed out between the middle and extreme 150 a mean in our means though franken sense the deities require we must not give all to the hallowed fire such be our gift and such be our expense as for ourselves leave some franken sense 151 money makes the mirth when all birds else do of their music fail money is the still sweet singing night and gale 152 tears and laughter new style one month would take their life away now sweep but laugh should it not last today

153 upon tears tears though they're here below the sinners brine above they are the angel's spicy wine 154 on love loves of itself too sweet the best of all is when loves honey has a dash of gold 155 peace not permanent great city seldom rest if there be none to invade from far they'll find worse foes at home 156 pardons those ends in war the best contentment bring whose peace is made up with a pardoning 157 truth and error to extort truth and error there's this difference known error is fruitful truth is only one 158

wit punished prosperous most dread not the shackles on with unintent good wits get more fame by their punishment 159 burial man may want land to leave in but for all nature finds out some place for burial 160 no pains no gains if little labor little are our gains man's fortunes are according to his pains 161 to youth drink wine and live here blightful while you may the morrow's life too late is live today 162 to enjoy the time while fate's permit us let's be merry pass all we must the fatal fairy and this our life too whirls away with the rotation of the day

163 publicity quick of flight every time seem short to be that's measured by felicity but one half hour that's made up here with grief seems longer than a year 164 mirth true mirth resides not in the smiting skin the sweetest solace is to act no sin 165 the heart in prayer the lips now act the winning part without the sweet concurrence of the heart 166 love what is love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love 167 dreams here we are all by day by night we are hurled by dreams each one into a several world

168 ambition in man ambition is the commenced thing each one by nature loves to be a king 169 safety on the shore what though the seabee calm trust the shore ships have been drowned her late they danced before 170 upon a painted gentlewoman men say you're fair and fairy art is true but arc we praise the painter now not you 171 upon wrinkles wrinkles no more are more no less than beauty turn to sourness 172 casualties a good things that come of course far less to please than those which come by sweet contingencies 173 to live freely let's live in haste use

pleasures while we may could life return could never lose a day 174 nothing free cost nothing comes free cost here joe will not let his gifts go from him if not bought with sweat 175 man's dying place uncertain man knows where first dish ships himself but he never can tell where shall his landing be 176 loss from the least great man by small means after overthrown he is lord of thy life who contempts his own 177 poverty and riches who with a little cannot be content endures an everlasting punishment 178

upon man man is composed here of a twofold part the first of nature and the next of art art presupposes nature nature she prepares the way for man's dustility 179 purposes no wrath of men or rage of seas can shake a just man's purposes no threats of tyrants so the grim visage of them can alter him but what he does at first intend that he holds firmly to the end 184 things make us happy here health is the first good lent to men a gentle disposition then next to be rich by no byways lastly with friends to enjoy our days 181 the watch man is a watch wound up at first but never wound

up again once down he's down forever the watch wants down all motions then to cease the man's pal stopped all passions sleep in peace 182 upon the detractor I asked the oft what poets thou hast read and likes the best still thou replies the dead I shall air long with green turfs covered then sure without light God thou will envy me 183 on himself lived by thy muse thou shalt when others die leaving no famed long posterity when monarchies transchicted are and gone here shall endure thy vast dominion nature and life 184 I call and I call I call who do you call the mage to catch this

cow slip bowl but since these cow slips fading be trothleave the flowers and maids take me yet if that neither you will do speak but the word and I'll take you 185 the succession of the four sweet months first April she with mille showers opens the way for early flowers then after her comes smiling may in a more rich and sweet array next enters June and brings us more gems than those two that went before then lastly July comes and she more wealth brings in than all those three 186 to blossoms fair pledges of a fruitful tree why do you fall so fast your date is not so past but you may stay yet here a while to blush and gently smile and go at last what were you born to be an

hour or half-still light and so to bid good night was pity nature brought you forth made it to show your worth and lose you quite but you are lovely leaves where we may read how soon things have their end the anercial grave and after they have shown their pride like you while they glide into the grave 187 the shower of blossoms love in a shower of blossoms came down and have drowned me with the same the blooms that fell were white and red but with such sweet scomingalid as whether this I can't tell my sight was pleased more or my smell but true it was as I ruled there without a thought of her door fear love turned himself into a bee and with this javelin wounded me from which Miss Ab this use I make where most sweets are their lies a snake

kisses and favors are sweet things but those have thorns and these have stings 188 to the rose song go happy rose and interwoven with other flowers bind my love tell her too she must not be longer flowing longer free that so often spettered me say if she's fretful I have bands of pearl and gold to bind her hands tell her if she stowal still I have mythal rods that will for to tame though not to kill take them I blessing thus and go and tell of this but do not so lest a handsome anger fly like a lightning from her eye and burn the up as well as I 189 the funeral rights of the rose the rose was sick and smiling died and being to be sanctified

about the bed their sying stood the sweet and flowery sisterhood some hung the head while some did bring to washer water from the spring some later forth while others went but all a solemn fast there kept the holy sisters some among the sacred dirge and gentle some but ah what sweet smelt everywhere as heaven had spent all perfumes there at last when prayers for the dead and rights were all accomplished they weeping spread a long loom and clothes to up as in a tomb 190 the bleeding hand or the sprig of egglantine given to a maid from this bleeding hand of mine take this sprig of egglantine which those sweet unto your smell yet the fretful brayer would tell e who plucks the sweets shall prove many thorns to be in love

191 to carnations a song stay while you will or go and leave no scent behind you yet trust me I shall know the place where I may find you within maluchia's cheek whose livery you wear play he had hide or seek I'm sure to find you there 192 to pansies ah cruel love must I endure by many scorns and find no cure say are thy medicines made to be helps to all others but to me I leave the and depends is come comforts you'll afford me some you can ease my heart and do what love could never brought unto 193 how pansies or heartsees came first frolic virgins once these were over loving

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195 the primrose ask me why I send you here this sweet and fauna of the year ask me why I send you this primrose thus prepared with you I will whisper to your ears the sweets of love are mixed with tears ask me why this flower does show so yellow green and sickly too ask me why the stalk is weak and bending yet it does not break I will answer these discover what fainting hopes are in a lover 196 to primrose is filled with morning dew why do you weep sweet babes can tears speak grief in you who were born just as the modest mourn teamed her refreshing dew alas you have not known that shower that mar as a flower nor felt thunkind breath of a blasting

nor are you worn with ears so warped as we who think it's strange to see such pretty flowers like the orphans young to speak by tears before you have a tongue speak whimpering younglings and make known the reason why you droop and weep is it for want of sleep or childish lullaby or that you have not seen as yet the violent or brought a kiss from that sweetheart to this no no this sorrow shone by your tears shed would have this lecture read the things of greatest so of meanest worth conceived with grief are and with tears brought forth 197 to daisies not to shut so soon shut not so soon the dull light night has not as yet begun to make a seizure on the light or to seal up the sun no marigolds yet close at are no shadows great

appear nor did the early shepherd star shine like a spangle here stay but till i julia close her life be getting i and let the whole world then dispose itself to live or die 198 to daffodils fair daffodils we weep to see you haste away so soon as yet the early rising sun hath not attained his noon stay stay and to the hasting day has run but to the even song and having prayed together we will go with you along we have short time to stay as you we have a shorter spring as quicker growth to meet decay as you or anything we die as your hours do and dry away like to the summer's rain or as the pearls of morning stew near to be found again 199 to violets welcome maids of honor you to bring in the spring and wait upon her

she has virgins many fresh and fair yet you are more sweet than any you are the maiden poses and so graced to be placed for damas grocers yet though thus respected by and by you do lie poor girls neglected 200 the apron of flowers together flowers saffo went and homework she did bring within her lani continent the treasure of the spring she smiling blushed and blushing smiled and sweetly blushing thus she looked as she'd been got with child by young phabones her apron gave as she did pass an odor more divine more pleasing to than ever was the lap of prospered vine 201 the lily in a crystal you have beheld a smiling rose when virgins hands of drawn or at a

cobweb lawn and here you see this lily shows tuned in a crystal stone more fair in this transparent case than when it grew alone and had but single grace you see how cream but naked is nor dancers in the eye without a strawberry or some fine tincture light to this which draws the sight there too more by that wantening with it than when the paler hue no mixture did admit you see how amber through the streams more gently strokes the sight with some concealed delight than when he darts his radiant beams into the boundless air where either too much light his worth the thought at once in pair or set it little forth put purple grapes or cherries into glass and they will send more beauty to commend them from that clean and subtle skin than if they naked stood and had no other pride at all but their own flesh and blood and tinctures natural thus lily rose grape cherry cream and strawberry

to stir more love when they transfer a week a soft a broken beam then if they should discover at full their proper excellence without some seen cast over to juggle with the sense thus let this crystal lily be a rule how far to teach your nakedness must reach and that no further than we see those glaring colors laid by art's wise hand but to this end they should obey a shade lest they too far extend so though your white as swan or snow and have the power to move a world of men to love yet when your lawns and silks so flow and that white cloud divide into a doubtful twilight then then will your hidden pride raise greater fires in man 202 to meadows he have been fresh and green he have been filled with flowers and either walks

have been where maids have spent their hours you will be held how they with wicker arcs did come to kiss and bear away the richer cow slips home you heard them sweetly sing and seen them in a round each virgin like a spring with honeysuckles crowned but now we see none here who silvery feet to tread and with the sheveled hair adorned this smoother mead like unthrifts having spent your stock and needy grown your left here to lament your poor states alone 203 to a gentle woman objecting to him his gray hairs am I despised because you say mad are dissuere that I am gray no lady you have but your day and time will come when you shall wear such frost and snow upon your hair and when the long it comes to pass you question with your looking glass and in that sincere crystal seek but find no roast but in your cheek

nor any bend to give the shoe where such a rare carnation grew then too late close in your chamber keeping it will be told that you are old by those true tears you're weeping 204 the changes to Corinna be not proud but now incline your soft ear to discipline you have changes in your life sometimes peace and sometimes strife you have ebbs of face and flows as your health or comes or goes you have hopes and doubts and fears numberless is all your hairs you have pulses that you beat high and passion less of heat your young what must be old and to these you must be told time air long will come and plow loaded furrows in your brow and the dimness of your eye will know other thing imply but you must die as well as I

205 upon Mr. Sillis with Wheeler under the name of Amarillus sweet Amarillus by a spring soft and soul melting murmurings slept and thus sleeping did the flu of Robin Reddrest who at view not seeing her at all to stir brought leaves and moss to cover her but while he purking there did pry about the arch of either eye the lid began to let out day at which poor Robin flew away and seeing her not dead but all disleaved he chirped for joy to see himself deceived 206 no fault in women no fault in women to refuse the offer which they most would choose no fault in women to confess how teagious they are in their dress no fault in women to lay on the tincture of a million and there to give the

cheek a die of white where nature does deny no fault in women to make show of largeness when they're nothing so when through it is the outside swells with inward buckrum little else no fault in women though they be but seldom from suspicion free no fault in woman kind at all if they would slip and never fall at QVC shopping is more than just checking out it's discovering something new every day start with today's special value then explore exciting finds across the brands and categories you love from beauty and fashion to home culinary and outdoor living shop now at QVC.com at QVC fall shopping is more than just checking out it's discovering the brands you love across beauty

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the pretty prize should be they vowed to ask the gods which Venus hearing the other came and for their boldness stripped them and taking them from each his flame with rods of metal with them which done to steal their wanton cries when choir grown she'd seen them she kissed and wiped their dev like eyes and gave the bag between them 208 the present or the bag of the bee fly to my mistress pretty pilfering bee and say that brings this honey bag from me when on her lip thou hast thy sweet duplaced mark if her tongue but slightly steal a taste if so we live if not with mournful hum told forth my death next to my burial calm 209 to the water nymphs drinking at the fountain reach with your wider hands to me some crystal of the spring and I about the cup shall see fresh

lilies flourishing or else sweet nymphs do you put this to the glass your lips incline and I shall see by that one kiss the water turned to why 210 how springs came first these springs were maidens once that loved but lost to that they most approved by story tells by love they were turned to these springs which we see here the pretty whimpering that they make one of the banks they leave they take tells thee but this they are the same in nothing changed but in their name 211 to the handsome mistress grace potter as is your name so is your commonly face touched everywhere with such diffused grace as that in all that admirable round there is not one least solace and found and as that part so every portion

else keeps line for line with duties parallels 212 a hymn to the graces when I love as some have told love I shall when I am old oh you graces make me fit for the welcoming of it clean my rooms as temples be to entertain that deity give me words where with the woo subling and successful too winning boosters and with all manners each way musical sweetness to a lay my sour and unsmooed behavior for I know you have the skill vines to prove though not to kill and if any wood you see you can make a mercury 213 a hymn to love I will confess with cheerfulness love is a thing so likes me that let her lay on me all day I'll kiss the hand that strikes me I will not I now

blubbering cry it how to later it pence me that I did fall to love at all since love so much contends me no no I'll be in fetters free while others they sit ringing their hands for pain I'll entertain the wounds of love with singing with flowers and wine and cakes divine to strike me I will tempt thee which done no more I'll come before the endine altar is empty 214 upon love by way of question and answer I bring you love what will love do like and dislike you I bring you love what will love do stroke you to strike you I bring you love what will love do love will be full yet I bring you love what will love do each ye to cool ye I bring you love what will love do love gifts

will send ye I bring you love what will love do stalk ye to spend ye I bring you love what will love do love will fulfill ye I bring you love what will love do kiss ye to kill ye 215 lovers how they come and part a jaiji's ring they bear about them still to be and not seen when and where they will they tread on clouds and though they sometimes fall they fall like dew and make no noise at all so silently they one to the other calm as colors steal into the pair or plum and air like leave no pressure to be seen where air they met or parting place has been 216 the kiss a dialogue among thy fancies tell me this what is the thing we call a kiss

I shall resolve ye what it is it is a creature born and bred between the lips all cherry red by love and warm desires fed and makes more soft the bridal bed it is an active flame that flies first to the babies of the eyes and charms them there with lullabies and stills the bride too when she cries then to the chin the cheek the ear it frisks and flies now here now there is now far off and then tis near and here and there and everywhere has it a speaking virtue yes how speaks it say do you but this part your joint lips then speaks your kiss and this loves sweetest languages as it a body i and wings with thousand rare in colorings and as it flies it gently sings

love honey heals but never sings 217 comfort to a youth that had lost his love what needs complaints when she a play says with the race of saints in endless mirth she thinks not on what said or done in earth she sees no tears or any tone of thy deep groan she hears nor does she mind or think on now that ever thou was kind but changed above she likes not there as she did hear thy love for bear therefore and lull a sleep thy woes and weep no more 218 orpheus orpheus he went as poets tell to fetch riddacy from hell and had her but it was upon this short but strict condition backward he should not look while he led her through hell's obscurity but all it happened as he made his passage through that dreadful shade revolve

he did his loving eye for gentle fear or jealousy and looking back that looked did sever him and to riddacy forever 219 a request to the graces palm to my words if so that any be known guilty here of incivility let what is graceless discomposed and rude with sweetness smoothness softness be undue teach it to blush to curtsy lisp and show demure but yet full of temptation too numbers n' air tickle or but lightly pleased unless they have some wanton carriages this if you do each piece will here be good and graceful made by your need sisterhood 222 a hymn to Venus and Cupid seeborn goddess let me be by thy son thus graced and thee

that whenever I woo I find virgin's coy but not unkind let me when I kiss a maid taste her lips so overlaid with love syrup that I may in your temple when I pray kiss the altar and confess there's in love no bitterness 221 to bocus a canticle whether just thou hurry me bocus being full of thee this way that way that way this here and there a fresh love is that do they like me this does please thus a thousand mistresses I have now yet I alone having all and joy not one 222 a hymn to bocus bocus let me drink no more wild a seize that want a shore when our drinking has no stint there is no one pleasure in it I have drank up four to please

thee that great cup hercules urge no more and there shall be daffodils given up to thee 223 a canticle to Apollo play febbers on the loot and we will sit all mute by listening to thy liar that sets all ears on fire at qvc fall shopping is more than just checking out it's discovering the brands you love across beauty fashion home and culinary all in one place whether you're getting ready for crisp mornings cozy nights or everyday moments qvc has what you need for the season ahead with brands like loric eller philosophy ninja and so many more shop now at qvc.com

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on the sick youth work your enchantments here bind up his senses with your numbers so as to entrance his pain or cure his woe all gently gently and a while him keep lost in the civil wilderness of sleep now done then let him dispossessed of pain like to a slumbering bride awake again 225 to music a song music the queen of heaven care charming spell that strikes distilleness into hell though the tames to tigers and fear storms that rise with thy soul melting lullabies fall down down down from those thy charming spheres to charm our souls as thou enchantst our ears 226 soft music the melodotch of music most of the well in the soul when it doth rather sigh than sound

227 to music begin to charm and as thou strokes my ears with thy enchantment melt me into tears then let thy active hands scud or thy liar and make my spirits frantic with the fire that done sink down into a silvery strain and make me smooth as ballman d'Or again 228 the voice and vile rare is the voice itself but when we sing to loot or vile then to ravishing 229 to music to become his fever charm me asleep and melt me so with thy delicious numbers that being ravished hence I go away in easy slumbers ease my sick head and make my bend thou power that canst sever for me the seal and quickly still though thou not kill my fever

229 to sweetly canst convert the same from a consuming fire into a gentle licking flame and make it thus expire then make me weep my pains asleep and give me such reposes that I poor I may think thereby I live and die amongst roses fall on me like a silent dew or like those maiden showers which by the people of day do strewer baptism or the flowers melt melt my pains with thy soft strains that having ease me given with full delight I leave this light and take my flight for heaven end of section six section seven of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick this libra box recording is in the public domain read by Thomas Copeland mousailles gravioris 230 a thanksgiving to god for his house

Lord thou has given me a cell wear into dwell a little house whose humble roof is weatherproof under the spars of which I lie both soft and dry where thou my chamber for the ward has set a guard of harmless thoughts to watch and keep me while I sleep low is my porch as is my fate both void of state and yet the threshold of my door is worn by the poor who they there come and freely get good words or meet like as my parlour some my hall and kitchen small a little buttery and there in a little bin which keeps my little loaf of bread unchipped on fleed some brittle sticks of thorn or briar make me a fire close by whose living coal I sit and glow like it Lord I confess to when I dine the pulse is thine and all those other bits that be there placed by thee the watch the person and the mess of watercress which of thy kindness thou hast sent and my content makes those

and my beloved beat to be more sweet is thou that crowns my glittering heart with guiltless mirth and gives me wattle bowls to drink spiced to the brink Lord tis thy plenty dropping hand that soils my land and gives me for my bushel sown twice ten for one that makes my teaming hen to lay her egg each day besides my healthful use to bear me twins each year the while the conduits of my kind run cream for wine all these and better thou dost send me to this end that I should render for my part a thankful heart which fired with incense I resign as holy thine but the acceptance that must be my Christ by thee 231 mountains or morning prayer when with the virgin morning thou dost rise crossing thyself come thus to sacrifice first wash thy heart in innocence then bring

pure hands pure habits pure pure everything next to the altar humbly kneel and thence give up thy soul in clouds of frankincense thy golden sensors filled with odour sweet shall make thy actions with their ends to meet 232 good precepts or counsel in all thy need be thou possessed still with a well-prepared breast nor let the shackles make this head thou canst but have what others had and this for comfort thou must know times that our ill won't still be so clouds will not ever pour down rain a solid day will clear again first peels of thunder we must hear when lutes and harp shall stroke the ear 233 pray and prosper first offer incense then thy field and needs shall

smile and smell the better by thy beads the spanglin dew dredged or the grass shall be turned all to male and man are there for thee butter of amber cream and wine and oil shall run as rivers all throughout thy soil wouldst thou to sincere silver turn thy mold pray once twice pray and turn thy ground to gold 234 the bell man along the darkened sight at night with my lantern and my light and the tinkling of my bell thus I walk and this I tell death and redfulness call on to the general session to whose dismal bar we there all accounts must come to clear scores of sins we've made here many wiped out few god knows if any rise ye debtors then and fall to make payment while I call on to this when I am gone by the clock is almost one

235 upon time time was upon the wing to fly away and I called on him but a while to stay but he'd begun for ought that I could say he held out then a writing as he went and asked me when false man would be content to pay again what god and nature lent an hourglass in which were sands but few as he did pass he showed and told me to mine end near was and so away he flew 236 men mind no state in sickness that flow of gallants which approach to kiss thy hand from out the coach that fleet of lackeys which to run before thy swift pristilian those strong hoofed mules which we behold rained in with purple pearl and gold and shod with silver proved to be the draws of the axel tree thy wife thy children and the stated Persian looms and antique plate all these and more shall

then afford no joy to thee their sickly lord 237 life is the body's light life is the body's light which once declining those crimson clouds of cheeks and lips leave shining those counterchanged tabbies in the air the sun once set all upon color are so when death comes fresh tinctures lose their place and dismal darkness then dust smudge the face 238 to the lady crew upon the death of her child why madam we longer weep when as your babies lull to sleep and pretty child feels now no more those pains it lately felt before all now is silent groans are fled your child lie still yet is not dead but rather like a flower hid here to spring again another year 239 upon a child that died

here she lies a pretty bud lately made of flesh and blood who as soon fell fast asleep as a little eyes did peep give her to strings but not stir the earth that lightly covers her 240 upon a child here a pretty baby lie sung asleep with lullabies pray be silent and not stir the easier that covers her 241 an epitaph upon a child virgins promised when I died that they would each primrose tide duly mourn at evening come and with flowers dress my tomb having promised pay your debts maids and here's true violence 242 an epitaph upon a virgin here a solemn fast we keep while all beauty lies asleep hushed the

old things no noise here but the toning of a tear or a sigh such as bring counselors for her covering 243 upon a maid here she lies in bed of spice fair as eve in paradise for her beauty it was such poets could not praise too much virgins come and in a ring her supremus requiem sing then depart but see ye tread lightly lightly or the dead 244 the dirge of Jeff this daughter sung by the virgins oh thou the wonder of all days oh paragon and pearl of praise oh virgin martyr ever blessed above the rest of all the maiden train we come and bring fresh truings to thy tomb thus thus and thus we compass round thy harmless and unhunted ground

and as we sing thy dirge we will the daffodil and other flowers lay upon the altar of our love thy stone now wonder of all maids lies here of daughters all the dearest dear the eye of virgins nay the queen of this smooth green and all sweet maids from once we get the primrose and the violet too soon too dear did Jeff the buy by thy sad lost sour liberty his was the bond and covenant yet thou paged the debt the meant it made he won the day but for the conquest thou didst pay thy father brought with him along the olive branch and victors song he slew the ammonites we know but to thy woe and in the purchase of our peace the cure was worse than the disease for which obedient zeal of thine we offer here before thy shrine our size for store acts tears for wine

and to make fine and fresh thy herscloth we will hear four times bestrew thee every year receive for this thy praise our tears receive this offering of our heirs receive these crystal vials filled with tears distilled from teeming eyes to these we bring each made her silver filleting to guild thy tomb besides these calls these laces ribbons and these falls these veils where with we used to hide the bashful bride when we conductor to her groom all all we lay upon thy tomb no more no more since thou are dead shall we air bring core brides to bid no more at yearly festivals we cow slip balls or chains of column barn shall make for this or that occasion's sake no no our maiden pleasures be wrapped in the winding sheet with thee

till we are dead though not at grave or if we have one seed of life left is to keep a lent for thee to fast and weep sleep in thy peace by bed of spice and make this place all paradise may sweet scroll here and smoke from hence fat franken sense let balm and cashier send their scent from out thy maiden monument at qvc fall shopping is more than just checking out it's discovering the brands you love across beauty fashion home and culinary all in one place whether you're getting ready for crisp mornings cozy nights or everyday moments qvc has what you need for the season ahead with brands like loric eller philosophy ninja and so many more shop now at qvc.com shop vans and albertons for fresh savings every time you shop this week at vans and albertons

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storms come hither to starve or wither thy soft sweet earth but like a spring love keep it ever flourishing may all shy maids at wanted hours come forth to strut thy tomb with flowers may virgins when they come to mourn male incense burn upon nine altar then return and leave the sleeping in thy earn 245 the widows tears or dirge of dorkus come pity us all you see our harp song on the widow tree come pity us he passes by who see or hear poor widows cry come pity us and bring your ears and eyes to pity widows tears and when you are come hither then we will keep a fast and we our eyes out all together for tamatha who dead lies here clean washed and laid out for the beer

all modest matrons weep and wail for now the corn and wine must fail the vascular and the binabred where with so many souls were fed sent empty here forever and all the poor at thy worn door shall be relieved it never well worth the time well worth the day that reftus of the tabithae but we have lost with thee the meal the bits the morsels and the deal of gentle paste and yielding dough the dau on widows dig bestow all's gone and death has taken away from us our monday thus thy widows stand for say him ah dorkus dorkus now adieu we bid the crews and panneer to eye and the flesh for and the fish doled to us in that lordly dish we take our leaves now of the loom from whence the housewives clothed come the way before now nothing thou being dead the worst

and thread is cut that made us clothing farewell the flacks and reaming wool with which thy house was plentiful farewell the coats the garments and the sheets the rugs made by thy hand farewell thy fire and thy light that never doubt by day or night no or thy zeal so speedy that found away by people of day to feed and clothe the needy but all our last the almond bow and olive branch is withered now the wine press now is tain from us the saffron and the calumas the spice and spike nard hence is gone the store acts and the cinamon the carol of our gladness has taken wing and our late spring of mirth is turned to sadness how wise was thou in all thy waves how worthy of respect and praise how matron like bids thou go dressed how soberly above the rest of those that

prank it with their plumes and jettet with their choice perfumes thy vestures were not flowing nor did the street accuse thy feet of mincing in their going and though thou hear thy stead we see a dear beauty yet in thee how sweetly shows thy smiring face thy lips with all diffused grace thy hands the cold yet spotless white and comely as the crystallite thy belly like a hilly is or as a neat clean heap of wheat all set about with thitties sleep with thy beauties here while we will show these garments made by thee these were the coats in these are red the monuments of dorkas did these were thy acts and thou shalt have these hungers honors or thy grave and after us distress it should fame be done thy very tomb would cry out thou art blessed

246 upon his sister in law mistress Elizabeth Herrick first for effusions due unto the dead my solemn vows have here accomplished next how I love thee that my grief must tell or in thou lived forever dear farewell 247 to his kin's woman mistress Susanna Herrick when I consider dearest thou dost stay but here a while to languish and decay like to these garden glories which here be the flowery sweet resemblance as of thee with grief of heart may think side thus to cry would thou had snarve and born or might not die 248 on himself I'll write no more of love but now repent of all those times that I in it have spent I write no more of life but wish

was ended and that my dust was to the earth commended 249 his wish to privacy give me a cell to dwell where no foot hath a path there will I spend and end my wearyed years in tears 250 to his paternal country oh earth earth earth hear thou my voice and be loving and gentle for to cover me banished from thee I live near to return unless thou gives my small remains and earn 251 cock crow bell men of night if I about shall go for to deny my master do thou crow thou stops st. Peter in the midst of sin stay me by crowing ere I do begin

better it is premonished for to shun a sin than fall to weeping when it is done 252 to his conscience can I not sin but thou will be my private protonotary can I not woo thee to pass by a short and sweet iniquity I'll cast a mist and cloud upon my delicate transgression so what her dark as that no eye shall see thou divinity ift's blind the wise and bribed to please and wind all other witnesses and will not thou with gold be tied to lay thy pennant ink aside that in the mercant hungless night want and I may and thou not right it will not be and therefore now for times to come I'll make this vow from aberrations to live free so I'll not fear the judge or thee 253 to heaven open thy gates to him who weeping weights and might come in but

that held back by sin let mercy be so kind to set me free and I will straight come in or force the gate 254 and ode the birth of our Savior in numbers and but these few I sing thy birth oh Jesus thou pretty baby born here with superbundan scorn here who for thy princely port here hadst for thy place of birth the base outstable for thy court here instead of neat and closures of interwoven osures instead of fragrant poses of daffodils and roses thy cradle kingly stranger as gospel tells was nothing else but here a homely manger but we with silks not cruells with sundry precious jewels and lilywork will dress thee and as we dispossessed thee of clouds will make a

chamber sweet babe for thee of ivory and plastered round with amber the Jews they did disdainly but we will entertain thee with glories to await here upon thy princely state here and more for love than pity from year to year will make thee here a freeborn of our city 255 to his Savior a child a present by a child go pretty child and bear this flower unto thy little Savior and tell him by that bud now blown he is the rose of Sharon known when the host said so stick it there upon his bit bore stomacher and tell him for good handsel too that thou has brought a whistle new made of a clean straight ocean reed to charm his cries at time of need tell him for coral that has none but if thou hadst he should have one but poor thou art and known

to be even as monadous as he lastly if thou canst win a kiss from those malifluous lips of his then never take a second on to spoil the first impression 256 grace for a child here a little child I stand at QVC fall shopping is more than just checking out it's discovering the brands you love across beauty fashion home and culinary all in one place whether you're getting ready for crisp mornings cozy nights or everyday moments QVC has what you need for the season ahead with brands like loric eller philosophy ninja and so many more shop now at qvc.com shop vans and albertons for fresh savings every time you shop this week at vans and albertons get fresh boneless skinless chicken breast for one ninety nine per pound limit ten pounds and locally grown grape re cotton

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257 is litany to the holy spirit in the hour of motor stress when temptations me oppress and when i my sins confess sweet spirit comfort me when i lie within my bed sick in heart and sick in head and with doubts discomforted sweet spirit comfort me when the house does sigh and weep and the world is drowned in sleep yet mine eyes the watch to keep sweet spirit comfort me when the artist doctor sees no one hope but of his fees and his skill runs on the leaves sweet spirit comfort me when his potion of this pill has more none or little skill meet for nothing but to kill sweet spirit comfort me when the passing belt of toll and the furies in a show come to fright aparting soul sweet spirit comfort me when the tapers now burn blue when the comforters

are few and that number more than true sweet spirit comfort me when the priest is last hath prayed and i nod to what is said because my speech is not accade sweet spirit comfort me when god knows i'm tossed about either with despair or doubt yet before the glass be out sweet spirit comfort me when the temptor me pursueth with the sins of all my youth and half dams me with untruth sweet spirit comfort me when the flames and hellish cries fright my ears and fright my eyes and all terrors me surprise sweet spirit comfort me when the judgment is revealed and that opened which was sealed when to thee i have appealed sweet spirit comfort me 258 to death love which may come away and i'll no longer stay then for to shed some tears

for faults of former years and to repent some crimes done in the present times and next to take a bit of bread and wine with it to dawn my robes of love fit for the place of bow to gird my loins about with charity throughout and so to travel hence with feet of innocence these done I lonely cry god mercy and so die 259 to his sweet savior night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep and time seems then not put a fly but creep slowly her chariot drives as if that she had broker wheel of cractor axel tree just so it is with me who listening pray the winds to blow the tedious night away that I might see the cheerful peeping day sick is my heart oh save your do thou pleased to make my dead soft in my sicknesses lighten my candle so that I beneath sleep not forever

in the vaults of death let me thy voice be times it morning here cold and I'll come say thou the wind and wear draw me but first and after thee I'll run and make no one stop till my race be done 216 eternity oh years and age farewell behold I go where I do know infinity to dwell and these mine eyes shall see all times how they are lost in sea of vast eternity where never moon shall sway the stars but she and night shall be drowned in one endless day 261 the white island or place of the blessed in this world the Isle of Dreams while we sit by sorrow streams tears and terrors are our themes reciting but when once from hence we fly more and more

approaching nigh under young eternity uniting in that quieter island where things are ever more sincere canter here and lust are there delighting there no monstrous fancy shall out of hell and or call or create or cause a tall frighting there in calm and cooling sleep we are eyes shall never steep but eternal watch shall keep attending pleasures such as shall pursue me immortalized and you and fresh joys as never too have ending end of section seven end of a selection from the lyrical poems of Robert Herrick edited by Francis Turner Paul Grave it's fall in jeep country and during the driving to fall sales event get a great deal on four by fours that refuse to be contained like jeep rankler confidence built into every drive with the

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