Robert Herrick Quotes

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.

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.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon.

Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, Birds chuse their mates and couple too this day: But by their flight I never can devine When I shall couple with my valentine.

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

Our present tears here, not our present laughter Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Hast thou attempted greatnesse? Then go on; Back-turning slackens resolution.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.

Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.

A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction.

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits my little wine.

Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.

A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.

Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.