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.

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware

If little labour. little are our gaines:
Man's fortunes are according to his paines.

If little labour. little are our gaines:
Man's fortunes are according to his paines.

To get thine ends, lay bashfulnesse aside;
Who fears to aske, doth teach to be deny'd.

To get thine ends, lay bashfulnesse aside;
Who fears to aske, doth teach to be deny'd.

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.