|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Robert Herrick. (15911674) (continued)|
| 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.|
| 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.|
| 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.|
| Fair daffadills, we weep to see|
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
| To Daffadills.|
| Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. 3|
| Sorrows Succeed.|
| 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.|
| 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.|