The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘Outlandish Proverbs’ (1640) no. 420
He that lives in hope danceth without music.
‘Outlandish Proverbs’ (1640) no. 1006
8.85 Robert Herrick 1591-1674
Here a little child I stand,
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat, and on us all. Amen.
‘Another Grace for a Child’
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers.
I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bride-grooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.
‘The Argument of his Book’ from ‘Hesperides’ (1648)
And once more yet (ere I am laid out dead)
Knock at a star with my exalted head.
‘The Bad Season Makes the Poet Sad’
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy:
If so be, you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, there,
Where my Julia’s lips do smile;
There’s the land, or cherry-isle.
‘Cherry-Ripe’
Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
‘Corinna’s Going a-Maying’
Get up, sweet Slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree.
‘Corinna’s Going a-Maying’
So when or you or I are made
A fable, song, or fleeting shade;
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drowned with us in endless night.
Then while time serves, and we are but decaying;
Come, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.
‘Corinna’s Going a-Maying’