Robert Herrick

Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if read more

Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep
Did soon draw in agen.

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.

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

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
read more

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.

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.