Poem by Robert Herrick

Upon Julia's Recovery

Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength, and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
O primroses!  let this day be
A resurrection unto ye;
And to all flowers allied in blood,
Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed
Claret and cream commingled;
And those, her lips, do now appear
As beams of coral, but more clear.

1. Felicity Quick of Flight
2. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
3. Purposes
4. Upon Tears
5. On Himself (Live by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die)

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