Robert Herrick

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

— Robert Herrick

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

— Robert Herrick

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

— Robert Herrick

“Gather ye rose-buds while ye may.”

— Robert Herrick

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

— Robert Herrick

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

Necessity makes dastards valiant men.

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

“Some would know Why I so Long still doe tarry, And ask why Here that I Live, and not marry? Thus I…

— Robert Herrick

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be…

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

“I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts,…

— Robert Herrick

And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and…

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, Birds chuse their mates and couple too this day: But by their flight…

— Robert Herrick

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

— Robert Herrick

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that…

— Robert Herrick

Show me thy feet, show me thy legs, thy thighs Show me those fleshy principalities; Show me that hill where smiling love…

— Robert Herrick

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned…

— Robert Herrick

“ To Sycamores I’m sick of Love; O let me lie Under your shades, to sleep or die! Either is welcome; so…

— Robert Herrick

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow,…

— Robert Herrick

Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so…

— Robert Herrick

When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees; Sweet Spirit, comfort…

— Robert Herrick

A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction…

— Robert Herrick

To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same…

— Robert Herrick

Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give A loving…

— Robert Herrick

“ The Argument of his Book I sing of Brooks, of Blossomes, Birds, and Flowers: Of April, May, of June, and July-Flowers.…

— Robert Herrick

“Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.…

— Robert Herrick

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora.…

— Robert Herrick

“ The Lilly in a Christal You have beheld a smiling Rose When Virgins hands have drawn O’r it a Cobweb-Lawne: And…

— Robert Herrick

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

— Robert Herrick

O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine

— Robert Herrick