Robert Herrick (baptised 24 August 1591–buried 15 October 1674) was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric.
Clothes Do But Cheat and Cozen Us
Away with silks, away with lawn,
I’ll have no scenes, or curtains drawn:
Give me my mistress, as she is,
Dressed in her nak’d simplicities:
For as my heart, e’er so mine eye
Is won with flesh, not drapery.
Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick (baptised 24 August 1591–buried 15 October 1674) was a 17th-century English poet and cleric.
Upon Julia’s Breasts
Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me
Behold that circummortal purity;
Between whose glories, there my lips I’ll lay,
Ravished in that fair Via Lactea.
Upon The Nipples Of Julia’s Breast
Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.
Robert Herrick
Kisses Loathesome
I abhor the slimy kiss,
Which to me most loathsome is.
Those lips please me which are placed
Close, but not too strictly laced;
Yielding I would have them, yet
Not a wimbling tongue admit.
What should poking-sticks make there,
When the ruff is set elsewhere?
Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick (baptised 24 August 1591–buried 15 October 1674) was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric.
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