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ROBERT HERRICK

 You are a dainty violet, Yet withered ere you can be set Within the virgin's coronet.

You are the queen all flowers among; But die you must, fair maid, ere long, As he, the maker of this song.



258.

SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction: An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher: A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly: A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat: A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility: Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.



259.

HENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes!

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, —O how that glittering taketh me! 