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That was the proverb. Let my mistress beLazy to others, but be long to me.
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.
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Grief.
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
To Silvia To Wed
On Hymn To The Muse
On Love
Love Me Little, Love Me Long.
You say, to me-wards your affection's strong;Pray love me little, so you love me long.Slowly goes far: the mean is best: desire,Grown violent, does either die or tire.
Short And Long Both Likes.
This lady's short, that mistress she is tall;But long or short, I'm well content with all.
No Loathsomeness In Love.
What I fancy I approve,No dislike there is in love.Be my mistress short or tall,And distorted therewithal:Be she likewise one of thoseThat an acre hath of nose:Be her forehead and her eyesFull of incongruities:Be her cheeks so shallow tooAs to show her tongue wag through;Be her lips ill hung or set,And her grinders black as jet:Has she thin hair, hath she none,She's to me a paragon.
Be My Mistress Short Or Tall
Be my mistress short or tallAnd distorted therewithallBe she likewise one of thoseThat an acre hath of noseBe her teeth ill hung or setAnd her grinders black as jetBe her cheeks so shallow tooAs to show her tongue wag throughHath she thin hair, hath she noneShe's to me a paragon.
Dissuasions From Idleness.
Cynthius, pluck ye by the ear,That ye may good doctrine hear;Play not with the maiden-hair,For each ringlet there's a snare.Cheek, and eye, and lip, and chin -These are traps to take fools in.Arms, and hands, and all parts else,Are but toils, or manacles,Set on purpose to enthralMen, but slothfuls most of all.Live employed, and so live freeFrom these fetters; like to me,Who have found, and still can prove,The lazy man the most doth love.
What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have
Be the mistress of my choice,Clean in manners, clear in voice;Be she witty, more than wise,Pure enough, though not precise;Be she showing in her dress,Like a civil wilderness,That the curious may detectOrder in a sweet neglect;Be she rolling in her eye,Tempting all the passers by;And each ringlet of her hair,An enchantment, or a snare,For to catch the lookers on;But herself held fast by none.Let her Lucrece all day be,Thais in the night, to me.Be she such, as neither willFamish me, nor overfill.