Robert Herrick



Upon Julia's Clothes
Upon the Loss of his Mistresses

Upon Julia's Clothes

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!

Upon the Loss of his Mistresses

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.