To Jealousy.

O jealousy, that art
The canker of the heart;
And mak'st all hell
Where thou do'st dwell;
For pity be
No fury, or no firebrand to me.

Far from me I'll remove
All thoughts of irksome love:
And turn to snow,
Or crystal grow,
To keep still free,
O! soul-tormenting jealousy, from thee.

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.

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Laugh And Lie Down.

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The Chewing The Cud.

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A Ternary Of Littles, Upon A Pipkin Of Jelly Sent To A Lady.

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Conformity.

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Water, water I espy;
Come and cool ye, all who fry
In your loves; but none as I.

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Still a-falling, yet I see
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To Dianeme

I could but see thee yesterday
Stung by a fretful bee;
And I the javelin suck'd away,
And heal'd the wound in thee.

A thousand thorns, and briars, and stings
I have in my poor breast;
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Against Love.

Whene'er my heart love's warmth but entertains,
Oh frost! oh snow! oh hail! forbid the banes.
One drop now deads a spark, but if the same
Once gets a force, floods cannot quench the flame.
Rather than love, let me be ever lost,
Or let me 'gender with eternal frost.

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Upon A Wife That Died Mad With Jealousy.

In this little vault she lies,
Here, with all her jealousies:
Quiet yet; but if ye make
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His Farewell To Sack.

Farewell thou thing, time past so known, so dear
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Male to the female, soul to body; life
To quick action, or the warm soft side
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That scatter'st spirit and lust, whose purest shine
More radiant than the summer's sunbeams shows;
Each way illustrious, brave, and like to those
Comets we see by night, whose shagg'd portents
Foretell the coming of some dire events,
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