Holy-Rood, come forth and shield
Us i' th' city and the field;
Safely guard us, now and aye,
From the blast that burns by day;
And those sounds that us affright
In the dead of dampish night;
Drive all hurtful fiends us fro,
By the time the cocks first crow.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- His Loss
- Ceremonies For Candlemas Eve
- The Cheat Of Cupid; Or, The Ungentle Guest
- To Live Freely
- The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel