Robert Herrick
1591-1674
Upon Julia's Clothes
Upon the Loss of his Mistresses
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
Then, then, methinks how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes
Next, when I cast my eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
Oh how that glittering taketh me!
I have lost, and lately, these
Many dainty mistresses;
Stately Julia, prime of all;
Sappho next, a principal:
Smooth Anthea, for a skin
White, and Heaven-like crystalline:
Sweet Electra, and the choice
Myrrha, for the lute, and voice.
Next, Corinna, for her wit,
And for the graceful use of it:
With Perilla, all are gone;
Only Herrick's left alone,
For to number sorrow by
Their departures hence, and die.
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