Hesperides, or, The works both humane & divine of Robert Herrick, Esq.

His teares to Thamasis.

I Send, I send here my supremest kiss To thee my silver-footed Thamasis. No more shall I reiterate thy Strand, Whereon so many Stately Structures stand: Nor in the summers sweeter evenings go, To bath in thee (as thousand others doe.) No more shall I a long thy christall glide, In Barge (with boughes and rushes beautifi'd) With soft-smooth Virgins (for our chast disport) To Richmond, Kingstone, and to Hampton-Court:

Never againe shall I with Finnie-Ore Put from, or draw unto the faithfull shore: And Landing here, or safely Landing there, Make way to my Beloved Westminster: Or to the Golden-cheap-side, where the earth Of Julia Herrick gave to me my Birth. May all clean Nimphs and curious water Dames, With Swan-like-state, flote up & down thy streams: No drought upon thy wanton waters fall To make them Leane, and languishing at all. No ruffling winds come hither to discease Thy pure, and Silver-wristed Naides. Keep up your state ye streams; and as ye spring, Never make sick your Banks by surfeiting. Grow young with Tydes, and though I see ye never, Receive this vow, so fare-ye-well for ever.