June 25: Sexy Priest

Hello, handsome!

Robert Herrick, we are told, was a parish priest back there in the 17th century. One wonders if he started out his sermons like this:
A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:—
Or this:
WHENAS in silks my Julia goes
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!
I guess that's a little gay, with all the talking about the flowing line of the clothes, so it's more like what we expect from priests, these days; but still. Today's selections are delightful, frolicsome lyrics concerning 1) how awesome pretty women are, and 2) death.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a Spring!
As quick a growth to meet decay
As you, or any thing.
We die,
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the Summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew
Ne’er to be found again.
When you put it that way, a nice silk starts to mean more.

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