Robert Herrick

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.

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.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.

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.
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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.

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.