Robert Herrick

For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
Which bore my Love away
I'le seek him in your read more

For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
Which bore my Love away
I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave,
I'le seek him in your eyes.

A winning wave, (deserving note.)
In the tempestuous petticote,
A careless shoe-string, in whose tye
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A winning wave, (deserving note.)
In the tempestuous petticote,
A careless shoe-string, in whose tye
I see a wilde civility,--
Doe more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.

A careless shoe string, in whose tie
I see a wilde civility.

A careless shoe string, in whose tie
I see a wilde civility.

Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.

Who after his transgression doth repent,
Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.

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