when I do but see
The painter's art in thy sciography?
The painter's art in thy sciography?
Robert Herrick
In time of life I graced ye with my verse;
Do now your flowery honours to my hearse.
You shall not languish, trust me; virgins here
Weeping shall make ye flourish all the year.
344. TO MY ILL READER.
Thou say'st my lines are hard,
And I the truth will tell--
They are both hard and marr'd
If thou not read'st them well.
345. THE POWER IN THE PEOPLE.
Let kings command and do the best they may,
The saucy subjects still will bear the sway.
346. A HYMN TO VENUS AND CUPID.
Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus grac'd and thee;
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy but not unkind.
Let me when I kiss a maid
Taste her lips so overlaid
With love's syrup, that I may,
In your temple when I pray,
Kiss the altar and confess
There's in love no bitterness.
347. ON JULIA'S PICTURE.
How am I ravish'd!
when I do but see
The painter's art in thy sciography?
If so, how much more shall I dote thereon
When once he gives it incarnation?
_Sciography_, the profile or section of a building.
348. HER BED.
See'st thou that cloud as silver clear,
Plump, soft, and swelling everywhere?
'Tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there.
349. HER LEGS.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,
Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
350. UPON HER ALMS.
See how the poor do waiting stand
For the expansion of thy hand.
A wafer dol'd by thee will swell
Thousands to feed by miracle.
351. REWARDS.