Then, lastly, let some weekly strewings be
Devoted to the memory of me:
Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep
Still in the cool and silent shades of sleep.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. To Perilla (l. 15-18). . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds. (1934) Oxford University Press.)

That having ease me given,
With full delight,
I leave this light;
And take my flight
For Heaven.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. To Music, to Becalm His Fever (l. 29-33). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

Ye have been fresh and green,
Ye have been fill'd with flowers:
And ye the Walks have been
Where Maids have spent their houres.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. To Meadows (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

Laid out for death, let thy last kindness be
With leaves and moss-work for to cover me:
And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter,
Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister!
For epitaph, in foliage, next write this:
Here, here the tomb of Robin Herrick is.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. To Robin Redbreast (l. 1-6). . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds. (1934) Oxford University Press.)

Y'are the maiden posies,
And so graced
To be placed
'Fore damask roses.

Yet though thus respected
By-and-by
Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. To Violets (l. 9-16). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).)

Thou gav'st me life, but mortal; for that one
Favour I'll make full satisfaction:
For my life mortal, rise from out thy hearse,
And take a life immortal from my verse.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. To the Reverend Shade of His Religious Father (l. 13-16). . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds. (1934) Oxford University Press.)

Here she lies (in bed of spice)
Fair as Eve in Paradise:
For her beauty it was such
Poets could not praise too much.
Virgins come, and in a ring
Her supremest requiem sing;
When depart, but see ye tread
Lightly, lightly o'er the dead.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. Upon a Maid (l. 1-8). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.)

Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth that lightly covers her.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. Upon a Child That Died (l. 5-6). . . Oxford Book of Death, The. D. J. Enright, ed. (1987) Oxford University Press.)

Here lies Jonson with the rest
Of the poets; but the best.
Reader, would'st thou more have known?
Ask his story, not this stone.
That will speak what this can't tell
Of his glory. So farewell.

(Robert Herrick (1591-1674), British poet. Upon Ben Jonson (l. 1-6). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.)