WIST

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674) English poet
“Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve,” Hesperides (1648)

God doth not promise here to man that He
Will free him quickly from his misery;
But in His own time, and when He thinks fit,
Then He will give a happy end to it.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674) English poet
“God’s Time Must End Our Trouble,” Hesperides (1648)

From noise of Scare-fires rest ye free,
From Murders Benedicite.
From all mischances, they may fright
Your pleasing slumbers in the night:
Mercie secure ye all, and keep
The Goblins from ye, while ye sleep.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674) English poet
“The Bell-Man,” Hesperides (1648)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674) English poet
“To the Virgins to Make Much of Time,” Hesperides (1648)

When as in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
Oh how that glittering taketh me!

Robert Herrick (1591-1674) English poet
“Upon Julia’s Clothes,” Hesperides (1648)