Robert Herrick

Welcome, maids of honor,
You doe bring
In the spring,
And wait upon her.

Welcome, maids of honor,
You doe bring
In the spring,
And wait upon her.

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
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I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.

The readiness of doing doth expresse
No other but the doer's willingnesse.

The readiness of doing doth expresse
No other but the doer's willingnesse.

Let's live with that small pittance which we have;
Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Let's live with that small pittance which we have;
Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Attempt the end and never stand to doubt;
Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.

Attempt the end and never stand to doubt;
Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.