Book ii
. Song 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[201-1] See Bacon, page 170.
ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674.
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 Julia's lips do smile,-- There 's the land, or cherry-isle.
_Cherry Ripe._
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._
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._
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness.
_Delight in Disorder._
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._
You say to me-wards your affection 's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202-1]
_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.[202-2]
_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 o'er 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.[202-3]
_Sorrows Succeed._
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then,[202-4] 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._
I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.[203-1]
_The Amber Bead._
Thus times do shift,--each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
_Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve._
Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine.
_Ode for Ben Jonson._
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[203-2]
_Seek and Find._
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.[203-3]
_The Rose._
FOOTNOTES:
[202-1] See Marlowe, page 41.
[202-2] 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.--SPENSER: _The Faerie Queene,