The Fairies
Robert Herrick
If ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place; Rake the fire up, and get Water in, ere sun be set. Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies, Sluts are loathsome to the fairies; Sweep your house; Who doth not so, Mab will pinch her by the toe.
Next 10 Poems
- Robert Herrick : The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel
- Robert Herrick : The Frozen Heart
- Robert Herrick : The Frozen Zone; Or, Julia Disdainful
- Robert Herrick : The Funeral Rites Of The Rose
- Robert Herrick : The Good-night Or Blessing
- Robert Herrick : The Hag
- Robert Herrick : The Heart
- Robert Herrick : The Hock-cart, Or Harvest Home:
- Robert Herrick : The Hour-glass
- Robert Herrick : The Invitation
Previous 10 Poems
- Robert Herrick : The Dream
- Robert Herrick : The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgins
- Robert Herrick : The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:
- Robert Herrick : The Definition Of Beauty
- Robert Herrick : The Cruel Maid
- Robert Herrick : The Country Life:
- Robert Herrick : The Coming Of Good Luck
- Robert Herrick : The Cheat Of Cupid; Or, The Ungentle Guest
- Robert Herrick : The Changes: To Corinna
- Robert Herrick : The Ceremonies For Candlemas Day