Upon The Loss Of His Finger.

One of the five straight branches of my hand
Is lop'd already, and the rest but stand
Expecting when to fall, which soon will be;
First dies the leaf, the bough next, next the tree.

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

Love Dislikes Nothing

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To Sir George Parry, Doctor Of The Civil Law.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

A Vow To Minerva.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon A Fly.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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After Autumn, Winter.

Die ere long, I'm sure, I shall;
After leaves, the tree must fall.

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On Himself.

Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all:
The most of thee shall 'scape the funeral.

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The Poet Hath Lost His Pipe.

I cannot pipe as I was wont to do,
Broke is my reed, hoarse is my singing, too;
My wearied oat I'll hang upon the tree,
And give it to the sylvan deity.

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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.

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Upon His Departure Hence.

Thus I
Pass by,
And die:
As one
Unknown
And gone:
I'm made
A shade,
And laid
I' th' grave:
There have
My cave,
Where tell
I dwell.
Farewell.

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Grief.

Sorrows divided amongst many, less
Discruciate a man in deep distress.

Robert Herrick