Hesperides (poetry collection)

Hesperides (complete title, Hesperides; or the Works both Human and Divine of Robert Herrick Esq.) is a book of poetry published in 1648 by English Robert Herrick. This collection of 1200 lyrical poems, his, was published under his direction, and established his reputation. It is replete with  sentiments. The title refers to the, nymphs of the evening in Greek mythology.

Quotes
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. I write of youth, of love, and have access By these to sing of cleanly wantonness; I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece Of balm, of oil, of spice and ambergris; I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write How roses first came red and lilies white; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King; I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.
 * I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
 * 1. "The Argument of His Book"


 * To read my booke the Virgin Shie May blush, (while Brutus standeth by:) But when He’s gone, read through what’s writ, And never staine a cheeke for it.
 * 4. "Another [to his Booke]"


 * Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, Ye roses almost witherèd; Now strength and newer purple get, Each here declining violet; O primroses! let this day be A resurrection unto ye, And to all flowers allied in blood, Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood: For health on Julia’s cheek hath shed Claret and cream comminglèd; And those her lips do now appear As beams of coral, but more clear.
 * 7. "Upon Julia’s Recovery"


 * I dreamt the roses one time went To meet and sit in parliament; The place for these, and for the rest Of flowers, was thy spotless breast, Over the which a state was drawn Of tiffanie or cobweb lawn. Then in that parly all those powers Voted the rose the queen of flowers; But so as that herself should be The maid of honour unto thee.
 * 11. "The Parliament of Roses to Julia"


 * 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, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
 * 53. "Cherry-Ripe"


 * A sweet disorder in the dresse Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse: A Lawne about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction: An erring Lace, which here and there Enthralls the Crimson Stomacher: A Cuffe neglectfull, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly: A winning wave (deserving Note) In the tempestuous petticote: A careless shooe-string, in whose tye I see a wild civility: Doe more bewitch me, than when Art Is too precise in every part.
 * 83. "Delight in Disorder"
 * Cp. Horace, Odes, I, v, 5: Simplex munditiis


 * Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.  See how Aurora throws her fair  Fresh-quilted colours through the air:  Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see  The dew bespangling herb and tree! Each flower has wept and bow’d toward the east Above an hour since, yet you not drest;  Nay! not so much as out of bed?  When all the birds have matins said  And sung their thankful hymns, ’tis sin,  Nay, profanation, to keep in, Whereas a thousand virgins on this day Spring sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
 * 178. "Corinna's Going A-Maying", st. 1


 * Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care  For jewels for your gown or hair:  Fear not; the leaves will strew  Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.  Come, and receive them while the light  Hangs on the dew-locks of the night:  And Titan on the eastern hill  Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying: Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.
 * 178. "Corinna's Going A-Maying", st. 2


 * Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park, Made green and trimm’d with trees! see how  Devotion gives each house a bough  Or branch! each porch, each door, ere this,  An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove, As if here were those cooler shades of love.  Can such delights be in the street  And open fields, and we not see’t?  Come, we’ll abroad: and let’s obey  The proclamation made for May, And sin no more, as we have done, by staying; But, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.
 * 178. "Corinna's Going A-Maying", st. 3


 * There’s not a budding boy or girl this day But is got up and gone to bring in May. A deal of youth ere this is come  Back, and with white-thorn laden home.  Some have despatch’d their cakes and cream,  Before that we have left to dream: And some have wept and woo’d, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:  Many a green-gown has been given,  Many a kiss, both odd and even:  Many a glance, too, has been sent  From out the eye, love’s firmament: Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick’d: yet we’re not a-Maying!
 * 178. "Corinna's Going A-Maying", st. 4


 * Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die  Before we know our liberty.  Our life is short, and our days run  As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne’er be found again,  So when or you or I are made  A fable, song, or fleeting shade,  All love, all liking, all delight  Lies drown’d with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.
 * 178. "Corinna's Going A-Maying", st. 5


 * Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day  To morrow will be dying.The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,  The higher he’s a getting; The sooner will his Race be run,  And neerer he’s to Setting.That Age is best, which is the first,  When Youth and Blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst  Times, still succeed the former.Then be not coy, but use your time;  And while ye may, goe marry: For having lost but once your prime,  You may for ever tarry.
 * 208. "To the Virgins, to make much of Time"
 * Cp. Horace, Odes, I, xi, 8: 


 * Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask me why I send to you This primrose, thus bepearl’d with dew? I will whisper to your ears:— The sweets of love are mix’d with tears.Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending (yet it doth not break)? I will answer:—These discover What fainting hopes are in a lover.
 * 580. "The Primrose"
 * Cp. Thomas Carew, Poems (1640):Aske me why I send you here, This firstling of the infant yeare: Aske me why I send to you, This Primrose, all bepearl’d with dew. I strait will whisper in your eares, The sweets of love are wash’t with teares.Ask me why this flower doth shew, So yellow greene and sickly too: Aske me why the stalke is weake, And bending yet it doth not breake; I must tell you these discover, What doubts and feares are in a lover.