Maxioms by Robert Herrick
Fair daffadils, we weep to see
You haste away so soone;
As yet the early-rising sun
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Fair daffadils, we weep to see
You haste away so soone;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained its noone.
. . . .
We have short time to stay as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay
As you or anything.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
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.
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
The readiness of doing doth expresse
No other but the doer's willingnesse.
The readiness of doing doth expresse
No other but the doer's willingnesse.
