Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CONNUNII FLORES, OR THE WELL-WISHES AT WEDDINGS, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From the temple to your home Last Line: The ravens yeares, go hence more ripe then old. Subject(s): Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | ||||||||
Chorus Sacerdotum. 1. From the Temple to your home May a thousand blessings come! And a sweet concurring stream Of all joyes, to joyn with them. Chorus Juvenum. 2. Happy day Make no long stay Here In thy Sphere; But give thy place to night, That she, As Thee, May be Partaker of this sight. And since it was thy care To see the Younglings wed; 'Tis fit that Night, the Paire, Sho'd see safe brought to Bed. Chorus Senum. 3. Go to your banquet then, but use delight, So as to rise still with an appetite. Love is a thing most nice; and must be fed To such a height; but never surfeited. What is beyond the mean is ever ill: 'Tis best to feed Love; but not over-fill: Go then discreetly to the Bed of pleasure; And this remember, Vertue keepes the measure. Chorus Virginum. 4. Luckie signes we have discri'd To encourage on the Bride; And to these we have espi'd, Not a kissing Cupid flyes Here about, but has his eyes, To imply your Love is wise. Chorus Pastorum. 5. Here we present a fleece To make a peece Of cloth; Nor, Faire, must you be loth Your Finger to apply To huswiferie. Then, then begin To spin: And (Sweetling) marke you, what a Web will come Into your Chests, drawn by your painful Thumb. Chorus Matronarum. 6. Set you to your Wheele, and wax Rich, by the Ductile Wool and Flax. Yarne is an Income; and the Huswives thread The Larder fills with meat; the Bin with bread. Chorus Senum. 7. Let wealth come in by comely thrift, And not by any sordid shift: 'Tis haste Makes waste; Extreames have still their fault; The softest Fire makes the sweetest Mault. Who gripes too hard the dry and slip'rie sand, Holds none at all, or little in his hand. Chorus Virginum. 8. Goddesse of Pleasure, Youth and Peace, Give them the blessing of encrease: And thou Lucina, that do'st heare The vowes of those, that children beare: When as her Aprill houre drawes neare, Be thou then propitious there. Chorus Juvenum. 9. Farre hence be all speech, that may anger move: Sweet words must nourish soft and gentle Love. Chorus omnium. 10. Live in the Love of Doves, and having told The Ravens yeares, go hence more Ripe then old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK |
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