Robert Herrick

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.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

Attempt the end and never stand to doubt;
Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.

Attempt the end and never stand to doubt;
Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.

'Tis not the food, but the content,
That makes the table's merriment.

'Tis not the food, but the content,
That makes the table's merriment.

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.