| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| Robert Herrick. (15911674) |
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| 1 | Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones,come and buy! If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julias lips do smile, There s the land, or cherry-isle. |
| Cherry Ripe. |
| 2 | Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. |
| The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls. |
| 3 | Some asked how pearls did grow, and where? Then spoke I to my girl To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl. |
| The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls. |
| 4 | A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness. |
| Delight in Disorder. |
| 5 | A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility, Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part. |
| Delight in Disorder. |
| 6 | You say to me-wards your affection s strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long. 1 |
| Love me Little, Love me Long. |
| 7 | Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. 2 |
| To the Virgins to make much of Time. |
| 8 | Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism oer the flowers. |
| To Music, to becalm his Fever. |
| 9 | Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. |
| To Daffadills. |
| 10 | | Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. 3 |
| Sorrows Succeed. |
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| 11 | Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, 4 As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. |
| To Mistress Susanna Southwell. |
| 12 | Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. |
| The Night Piece to Julia. |
| 13 | I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. 5 |
| The Amber Bead. |
| 14 | Thus times do shift,each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old. |
| Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve. |
| 15 | | Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine. |
| Ode for Ben Jonson. |
| 16 | Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing s so hard but search will find it out. 6 |
| Seek and Find. |
| 17 | | But neer the rose without the thorn. 7 |
| The Rose. |
| | Note 1. See Marlowe, Quotation 10. [back] | Note 2. Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8.
Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.Edmund Spenser: The Faerie Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75. [back] | Note 3. See Shakespeare, Hamlet, Quotation 196. [back] | Note 4. Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out. Sir John Suckling: Ballad upon a Wedding. [back] | Note 5. See Bacon, Quotation 40. [back] | Note 6. Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet (Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking).Terence: Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8. [back] | Note 7. Flower of all hue, and without thorn the rose.John Milton: Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256. [back] |
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