Poems by Robert Herrick

Thou gav'st me leave to kiss,
Thou gav'st me leave to woo;
Thou mad'st me think, by this
An...

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles...

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of ...