THE WORKS

OF

ROBERT HERRICK.

FLACCUS HORACE,

HE WAS BUT A SOWR-ASS,

AND GOOD FOR NOTHING BUT LYRICK;

THERE'S BUT ONE TO BE FOUND

IN ALL ENGLISH GROUND

WRITES AS WELL;-WHO IS HIGHT ROBERT HERRICK.

NAPS UPON PARNASSUS.

TENOX LIBRARY

NEW YORK

HESPERIDES.

A HYMNE TO THE GRACES,

WHEN I love, as some have told
Love I shall when I am old,
O ye graces! make me fit

For the welcoming of it.

Clean my roomes, as temples be,
T'entertain that deity;

Give me words wherewith to wooe,

Suppling and successful too;

Winning postures, and withal,

Manners each way musicall;
Sweetnesse to allay my sowre
And unsmooth behaviour
For I know you have the skill
Vines to prune, though not to kill.

And of any wood ye see,

You can make a Mercury.