Upon Julia’s Clothes (by Robert Herrick)

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Upon Julia’s Clothes
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!


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To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time (by Robert Herrick)

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To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
          Old time is still a-flying;
And the 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 age is best which is the first,
          When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
          Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
          And, while ye may, go marry;
For, having lost but once your prime,
          You may forever tarry.


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Dreams (by Robert Herrick)

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Dreams
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Here we are all, day by day, we’re hurled
By dreams, each one into a several world.


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Delight in Disorder (by Robert Herrick)

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Delight in Disorder
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fair distraction;
An erring lace which here and there
Enthralls the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly;
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoestring, in whose tie
I see a wild civility;
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.


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