Quotes by Robert Herrick
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Tears are the noble language of the eye.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow, Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
You say to me - wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.
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.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, which is as white and hairless as an egg.
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.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die.
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
And with our broth, and bread, and bits, sir friend, You've fared well : pray make an end ; Two days you've larded here ; a third, ye know, Makes guests and fish smell strong ; pray go
See where she comes, and smell how all the street, Breathes vineyards and pomegranates: oh, how sweet!...
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
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