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.

Hast thou attempted greatnesse?
Then go on;
Back-turning slackens resolution.

Hast thou attempted greatnesse?
Then go on;
Back-turning slackens resolution.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

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.