Robert Herrick
My dearest Love,
since thou wilt go,
And leave me here behind thee;
For love or pity, let
me know
The place where I may find thee.
AMARIL. In country meadows,
pearl'd with dew,
And set about with lilies;
There, filling maunds with
cowslips, you
May find your Amarillis.
HER. What have the meads to do
with thee,
Or with thy youthful hours?
Live thou at court, where thou
mayst be
The queen of men, not flowers.
Let country wenches make 'em
fine
With posies, since 'tis fitter
For thee with richest gems to
shine,
And like the stars to glitter.
AMARIL. You set too-high a rate
upon
A shepherdess so homely.
HER. Believe it, dearest, there's not
one
I' th' court that's half so comely.
I prithee stay. AMARIL. I must
away;
Let's kiss first, then we'll sever;
AMBO And though we bid adieu to
day,
We shall not part for ever.
