Robert Herrick

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Fair daffadils, we weep to see
You haste away so soone;
As yet the early-rising sun
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Fair daffadils, we weep to see
You haste away so soone;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained its noone.
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We have short time to stay as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay
As you or anything.

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

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.