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Saint John Baptist

The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King,
Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,
Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, …

William Drummond, of Hawthornden
Wooing Song

Love is the blossom where there blows
Every thing that lives or grows:
Love doth make the Heav'ns to move, …

Giles Fletcher
On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey

Mortality, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Think how many royal bones …

Francis Beaumont
Dawn

Fly hence, shadows, that do keep
Watchful sorrows charm'd in sleep!
Tho' the eyes be overtaken, …

John Ford
The Lover's Resolution

Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman 's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care …

George Wither
The Choice

Me so oft my fancy drew
Here and there, that I ne'er knew
Where to place desire before …

George Wither
A Widow's Hymn

How near me came the hand of Death,
When at my side he struck my dear,
And took away the precious breath …

George Wither
A Welcome

Welcome, welcome! do I sing,
Far more welcome than the spring;
He that parteth from you never …

William Browne, of Tavistock
The Sirens' Song

Steer, hither steer your wingèd pines,
All beaten mariners!
Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines, …

William Browne, of Tavistock
The Rose

A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North,
Grew in a little garden all alone;
A sweeter flower did Nature ne'er put forth, …

William Browne, of Tavistock
Memory

So shuts the marigold her leaves
At the departure of the sun;
So from the honeysuckle sheaves …

William Browne, of Tavistock
In Obitum M.S. Xo Maij, 1614

May! Be thou never graced with birds that sing,
Nor Flora's pride!
In thee all flowers and roses spring, …

William Browne, of Tavistock
On the Countess Dowager of Pembroke

Underneath this sable herse
Lies the subject of all verse:
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother: …

William Browne, of Tavistock
Corinna's going a-Maying

Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
See how Aurora throws her fair …

Robert Herrick
To the Virgins, to make much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day …

Robert Herrick
To the Western Wind

Sweet western wind, whose luck it is,
Made rival with the air,
To give Perenna's lip a kiss, …

Robert Herrick
To Electra

I DARE not ask a kiss,
I dare not beg a smile,
Lest having that, or this, …

Robert Herrick
To Violets

Welcome, maids of honour!
You do bring
In the spring, …

Robert Herrick
To Daffodils

Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun …

Robert Herrick
To Blossoms

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past …

Robert Herrick