When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy
In any one, the least indecency;
But every line and limb diffused thence
A fair and unfamiliar excellence;
So that the more I look, the more I prove
There's still more cause why I the more should love.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- To Phillis, To Love And Live With Him
- The Rosary
- Anthea's Retractation
- To The Lady Crewe, Upon The Death Of Her Child
- Upon Roses
