Single Life Most Secure.

Suspicion, discontent, and strife
Come in for dowry with a wife.

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

God's Anger Without Affection.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To The Right Honourable Philip, Earl Of Pembroke And Montgomery.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To Daffodils

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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Suspicion Makes Secure.

He that will live of all cares dispossess'd,
Must shun the bad, aye, and suspect the best.

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His Comfort.

The only comfort of my life
Is, that I never yet had wife;
Nor will hereafter; since I know
Who weds, o'er-buys his weal with woe

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No Spouse But A Sister.

A bachelor I will
Live as I have liv'd still,
And never take a wife
To crucify my life;
But this I'll tell ye too,
What now I mean to do:
A sister (in the stead
Of wife) about I'll lead;
Which I will keep embrac'd,
And kiss, but yet be chaste.

Robert Herrick

Distrust.

Whatever men for loyalty pretend,
'Tis wisdom's part to doubt a faithful friend.

Robert Herrick

A Caution.

That love last long, let it thy first care be
To find a wife that is most fit for thee.
Be she too wealthy or too poor, be sure
Love in extremes can never long endure.

Robert Herrick

The Suspicion Upon His Over-Much Familiarity With A Gentlewoman.

And must we part, because some say
Loud is our love, and loose our play,
And more than well becomes the day?
Alas for pity! and for us
Most innocent, and injured thus!
Had we kept close, or played within,
Suspicion now had been the sin,
And shame had followed long ere this,
T' have plagued what now unpunished is.
But we, as fearless of the sun,
As faultless, will not wish undone
What now is done, since where no sin
Unbolts the door, no shame comes in.
Then, comely and most fragrant maid,
Be you more wary than afraid
Of these reports, because you see
The fairest most suspected be.
The common forms have no one eye
Or ear of burning jealousy
To follow them: but chiefly where
Love makes the cheek and chin a sphere
To dance and play ...

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