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. _Indecency_, uncomeliness. 17. TREASON. The seeds of treason choke up as they spring: _He acts the crime that gives it cherishing_. 18. TWO THINGS ODIOUS. Two of a thousand things are disallow'd: A lying rich man, and a poor man proud. 19. TO HIS MISTRESSES. Help me! help me! now I call To my pretty witchcrafts all; Old I am, and cannot do That I was accustomed to. Bring your magics, spells, and charms, To enflesh my thighs and arms. Is there no way to beget In my limbs their former heat? Æson had, as poets feign, Baths that made him young again: Find that medicine, if you can, For your dry decrepit man Who would fain his strength renew, Were it but to pleasure you. _Æson_, rejuvenated by Medea; see Ovid, Met. vii. 20. THE WOUNDED HEART. Come bring your sampler, and with art Draw in't a wounded heart And dropping here and there: Not that I think that any dart Can make yours bleed a tear, Or pierce it anywhere; Yet do it to this end: that I May by This secret see, Though you can make That heart to bleed, yours ne'er will ache For me. 21. NO LOATHSOMENESS IN LOVE. What I fancy I approve, _No dislike there is in love_. Be my mistress short or tall, And distorted therewithal: Be she likewise one of those That an acre hath of nose: Be her forehead and her eyes Full of incongruities: Be her cheeks so shallow too As to show her tongue wag through; Be her lips ill hung or set, And her grinders black as jet: Has she thin hair, hath she none, She's to me a paragon. 22. TO ANTHEA. If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be To live some few sad hours after thee, Thy sacred corse with odours I will burn, And with my laurel crown thy golden urn. Then holding up there such religious things As were, time past, thy holy filletings, Near to thy reverend pitcher I will fall Down dead for grief, and end my woes withal: So three in one small plat of ground shall lie-- Anthea, Herrick, and his poetry. 23. THE WEEPING CHERRY. I saw a cherry weep, and why? Why wept it? but for shame Because my Julia's lip was by, And did out-red the same. But, pretty fondling, let not fall A tear at all for that: Which rubies, corals, scarlets, all For tincture wonder at. 24. SOFT MUSIC. The mellow touch of music most doth wound The soul when it doth rather sigh than sound. 25. THE DIFFERENCE BETWIXT KINGS AND SUBJECTS.