The Perfume

Robert Herrick

To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise,
For some small fault to offer sacrifice:
The altar’s ready: fire to consume
The fat; breathe thou, and there’s the rich perfume.

Next 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : The Plaudite, Or End Of Life
• Robert Herrick : The Pomander Bracelet
• Robert Herrick : The Present Time Best Pleaseth
• Robert Herrick : The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee:
• Robert Herrick : The Primrose
• Robert Herrick : The Rainbow, Or Curious Covenant
• Robert Herrick : The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Of
• Robert Herrick : The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Of Pearls
• Robert Herrick : The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Ofpearls
• Robert Herrick : The Rosary

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : The Parliament Of Roses To Julia
• Robert Herrick : The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies:the Armilet
• Robert Herrick : The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies:
• Robert Herrick : The Olive Branch
• Robert Herrick : The Old Wives' Prayer
• Robert Herrick : The Night Piece, To Julia
• Robert Herrick : The New-year's Gift
• Robert Herrick : The Maypole
• Robert Herrick : The Mad Maid's Song
• Robert Herrick : The Lily In A Crystal