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  • His Confession
    Look how our foul days do exceed our fair;
    And as our bad, more than our good works are,
    E'en so those lines, pen'd by my wanton wit,
    Treble the number of these good I've writ. ...
  • What God Is
    God is above the sphere of our esteem,
    And is the best known, not defining Him.

  • Love Me Little, Love Me Long
    You say, to me-wards your affection's strong;
    Pray love me little, so you love me long.
    Slowly goes far: the mean is best: desire,
    Grown violent, does either die or tire....
  • Health
    Health is no other, as the learned hold,
    But a just measure both of heat and cold.

  • Upon Brock. Epig
    To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado,
    But not his mouth, the fouler of the two.
    A clammy rheum makes loathsome both his eyes:
    His mouth, worse furr'd with oaths and blasphemies....
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Sweet 156 Love 121 I Love You 121 Good 113 Live 91 Long 88 Bring 84 Great 70 Kiss 63 Crown 62

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  • Annie_zermatt: the glorious lamp of heaven,the sun.-robert herrick
  • Poemtoday: upon julia’s clothes 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! robert herrick
  • Poemtoday: two poems by robert herrick....
  • Welfordwrites: to daffodils, a poem by robert herrick. this poem makes an interesting contrast to the much later and better-known poem by wordsworth. click the link!
  • Nothingsmonstrd: robert herrick, in 1648, shows a tit joke is classy if you use latin: "upon julia’s breasts" - robert herrick display thy breasts, my julia, there let me behold that circummortal purity; between whose glories, there my lips i’ll lay, ravished in that fair via lactea.
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An Allegory On Man
 by Thomas Parnell

A thoughtful Being, long and spare,
Our Race of Mortals call him Care:
(Were Homer living, well he knew
What Name the Gods have call'd him too)
With fine Mechanick Genius wrought,
And lov'd to work, tho' no one bought.

This Being, by a Model bred

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