Robert Herrick

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
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Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse;
Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse;
Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

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

Welcome, maids of honor,
You doe bring
In the spring,
And wait upon her.

Welcome, maids of honor,
You doe bring
In the spring,
And wait upon her.