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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Robert Herrick. (1591–1674) (continued)
    You say to me-wards your affection ’s strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long. 1
          Love me Little, Love me Long.
    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
  Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day
  To-morrow will be dying. 2
          To the Virgins to make much of Time.
    Fall on me like a silent dew,
  Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
  A baptism o’er the flowers.
          To Music, to becalm his Fever.
    Fair daffadills, we weep to see
  You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
  Has not attained his noon.
          To Daffadills.
    Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. 3
          Sorrows Succeed.
    Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
  A little out, and then, 4
As if they played at bo-peep,
  Did soon draw in again.
          To Mistress Susanna Southwell.
    Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;
  And the elves also,
  Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
          The Night Piece to Julia.
Note 1.
See Marlowe, Quotation 10. [back]
Note 2.
Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.—Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8.

Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.—Edmund Spenser: The Faerie Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75. [back]
Note 3.
See Shakespeare, Hamlet, Quotation 196. [back]
Note 4.
Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out.
Sir John Suckling: Ballad upon a Wedding. [back]