Book ii. Epigram 10.
This house is to be let for life or years;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears,
Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.
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GEORGE HERBERT.
1593-1632.
_Virtue_.
Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skies.
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Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives.
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SIR JOHN SUCKLING.
1608-1644.
_On a Wedding_.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light;
But oh! she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
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Her lips were red, and one was thin,
Compared with that was next her chin,
Some bee had stung it newly.
_Song_.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover,
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
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ROBERT HERRICK.
1591-1660.
_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls_.
Some asked me where the Rubies grew,
And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
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