“Whenas in silks my Julia goes”

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flowes
That liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!

More poems by Robert Herrick

To the Virgins

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day …
To the Virgins, to make much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day …
To the Willow-tree

Thou art to all lost love the best,
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest, …
A venyige

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