Robert Herrick Quotes

Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.

Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent.

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

Who after his transgression doth repent, Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.

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

T is the will that makes the action good or ill.

Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.

I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die

Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.

Let's live with that small pittance which we have; Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green

I dare not ask a kiss; I dare not beg a smile; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air, That lately kissed thee.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee.

Wealth cannot make a life, but Love.

If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.

In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.

I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.

Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace.

When words we want, love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; The morrow's life too late is; live to-day.

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.

In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is

It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.

Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine.

When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.

The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I'll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown'd it.

My soul I'll pour into thee.

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.

No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.

Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.

God doth not promise here to man that HeWill free him quickly from his misery;But in His own time, and when He thinks fit,Then He will give a happy end to it.

Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.

Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.

Necessity makes dastards valiant men.

Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.

The readiness of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse.

In sober mornings do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!

When the tempter me pursueth With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine

Feed him ye must, whose food fills you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your paine, But for to make it spring againe.

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.