Anthea laugh'd, and, fearing lest excess
Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness
She with a dainty blush rebuked her face,
And call'd each line back to his rule and space.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- To The Lady Crewe, Upon The Death Of Her Child
- Upon Roses
- To Music, To Becalm His Fever
- Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name Ofamarillis
- The Beggar To Mab, The Fairy Queen
