English poem
TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS SUSANNA HERRICK
When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay But here awhile, to languish and decay; Like to these garden glories, which here be The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee: With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry, Would thou hadst ne'er been born, or might'st not die!
More by Robert Herrick
- To His Honoured Kinsman, Sir William Soame. Epig.
- To His Household Gods.
- To His Kinsman, M. Tho. Herrick, Who Desired To Be In His Book.
- To His Kinsman, Sir Thos. Soame.
- To His Kinswoman, Mrs. Penelope Wheeler.
- To His Learned Friend, M. Jo. Harmar, Physician To The College Of Westminster.
- To His Lovely Mistresses
- To His Maid, Prew.