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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Robert Herrik 1591-1674 John Bartlett

    Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones,—come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia’s lips do smile,—
There ’s the land, or cherry-isle.
          Cherry Ripe.
    Some asked me where the rubies grew,
  And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
  The lips of Julia.
          The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.
    Some asked how pearls did grow, and where?
  Then spoke I to my girl
To part her lips, and showed them there
  The quarelets of pearl.
          The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.
    A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.
          Delight in Disorder.
    A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,—
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
          Delight in Disorder.
    You say to me-wards your affection ’s strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long. 1
          Love me Little, Love me Long.
    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
  Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day
  To-morrow will be dying. 2
          To the Virgins to make much of Time.
    Fall on me like a silent dew,
  Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
  A baptism o’er the flowers.
          To Music, to becalm his Fever.
    Fair daffadills, we weep to see
  You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
  Has not attained his noon.
          To Daffadills.
    Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. 3
          Sorrows Succeed.
    Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
  A little out, and then, 4
As if they played at bo-peep,
  Did soon draw in again.
          To Mistress Susanna Southwell.
    Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;
  And the elves also,
  Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
          The Night Piece to Julia.
    I saw a flie within a beade
  Of amber cleanly buried. 5
          The Amber Bead.
    Thus times do shift,—each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.
          Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve.
    Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine.
          Ode for Ben Jonson.
    Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
Nothing ’s so hard but search will find it out. 6
          Seek and Find.
    But ne’er the rose without the thorn. 7
          The Rose.
Note 1.
See Marlowe, Quotation 10. [back]
Note 2.
Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.—Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8.

Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.—Edmund Spenser: The Faerie Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75. [back]
Note 3.
See Shakespeare, Hamlet, Quotation 196. [back]
Note 4.
Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out.
Sir John Suckling: Ballad upon a Wedding. [back]
Note 5.
See Bacon, Quotation 40. [back]
Note 6.
Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet (Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking).—Terence: Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8. [back]
Note 7.
Flower of all hue, and without thorn the rose.—John Milton: Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256. [back]