Then be not coy, but use your time,
        And while ye may, go marry;
    For having lost but once your prime,
        You may for ever tarry.”

Herrick only published one book.  He called it The Hesperides, or the works both Human and Divine.  The “divine” part although published in the same book, has a separate name, being called his Noble Numbers.  The Hesperides, from whom he took the name of his book, were lovely maidens who dwelt in a beautiful garden far away on the verge of the ocean.  The maidens sang beautifully, so Herrick took their name for his book, for it might well be that the songs they sang were such as his.  This garden of the Hesperides was sometimes thought to be the same as the fabled island of Atlantis of which we have already heard.  And it was here that, guarded by a dreadful dragon, grew the golden apples which Earth gave to Hera on her marriage with Zeus.

The Hesperides is a collection of more than a thousand short poems, a few of which you have already read in this chapter.  They are not connected with each other, but tell of all manner of things.

Herrick was a religious poet too, and here is something that he wrote for children in his Noble Numbers.  It is called To his Saviour, a Child:  A Present by a Child.

    “Go, pretty child, and bear this flower
    Unto thy little Saviour;
    And tell him, by that bud now blown,
    He is the Rose of Sharon known. 
    When thou hast said so, stick it there
    Upon his bib or stomacher;
    And tell Him, for good hansel too,
    That thou hast brought a whistle new,
    Made of a clear, straight oaten reed,
    To charm his cries at time of need. 
    Tell Him, for coral, thou hast none,
    But if thou hadst, He should have one;
    But poor thou art, and known to be
    Even as moneyless as He. 
    Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss
    From those mellifluous lips of His;
    Then never take a second one,
    To spoil the first impression.”

Herrick wrote also several graces for children.  Here is one:—­

    “What God gives, and what we take
    ’Tis a gift for Christ His sake: 
    Be the meal of beans and peas,
    God be thanked for those and these: 
    Have we flesh, or have we fish,
    All are fragments from His dish. 
    He His Church save, and the king;
    And our peace here, like a Spring,
    Make it ever flourishing.”

While Herrick lived his quiet, dull life and wrote poetry in the depths of Devonshire, the country was being torn asunder and tossed from horror to horror by the great Civil War.  Men took sides and fought for Parliament or for King.  Year by year the quarrel grew.  What was begun at Edgehill ended at Naseby where the King’s cause was utterly lost.  Then, although Herrick took no part in the fighting, he suffered with the vanquished, for