From noise of scare-fires rest ye free,
From murders Benedicite.
From all mischances that may fright
Your pleasing slumbers in the night :
Mercy secure ye all, and keep
The goblin from ye while ye sleep.
Past one o'clock, and almost two,
My masters all, good-day to you.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- The Bag Of The Bee
- The Changes: To Corinna
- To His Verses
- On Himself
- To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friendmr Charles Cotton