Book's End

To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:
Jocund his muse was, but his life was chaste.

Robert Herrick

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.

Robert Herrick

Upon Love: By Way Of Question And Answer

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Littleness No Cause Of Leanness.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

The Deluge.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon Penny.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

English

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Thou shalt not all die; for while Love's fire shines
Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines;
And learn'd musicians shall, to honour Herrick's
Fame, and his name, both set and sing his lyrics.

To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:--
Jocund his Muse was, but his Life was chaste.

Robert Herrick

On His Book.

The bound, almost, now of my book I see,
But yet no end of these therein, or me:
Here we begin new life, while thousands quite
Are lost, and theirs, in everlasting night.

Robert Herrick

To His Book.

Like to a bride, come forth, my book, at last,
With all thy richest jewels overcast;
Say, if there be, 'mongst many gems here, one
Deserveless of the name of paragon;
Blush not at all for that, since we have set
Some pearls on queens that have been counterfeit.

Robert Herrick

To His Book. Another.

Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need,
The place where swelling piles do breed;
May every ill that bites or smarts
Perplex him in his hinder parts.

Robert Herrick

The End Of His Work.

Part of the work remains; one part is past:
And here my ship rides, having anchor cast.

Robert Herrick

The End.

If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right;
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

Robert Herrick