To His Mistress (by: Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)) You say I love not, 'cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. continue reading
To Julia (by: Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)) Julia, when thy Herrick dies, Close thou up thy poet's eyes; continue reading
Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself (by: Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)) Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum, These musks, these ambers, and those other smells Sweet as the Vestry of the Oracles. continue reading
Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast (by: Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)) Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? continue reading
