Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government. — Robert Herrick Discontent Copy Share Image
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all. — Robert Herrick Contentment Copy Share Image
You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long. — Robert Herrick Affection Copy Share Image
That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer. — Robert Herrick Age Copy Share Image
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one. — Robert Herrick Giving Copy Share Image
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale. — Robert Herrick Fear Copy Share Image
Let's live with that small pittance which we have; Who covets more is evermore a slave. — Robert Herrick Contentment Copy Share Image
In sober mornings do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse; — Robert Herrick Holy Copy Share Image
When the tempter me pursueth With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! — Robert Herrick Comfort Copy Share Image
A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
I dare not ask a kiss; I dare not beg a smile; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up… — Robert Herrick Amen Copy Share Image
Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me Hereafter shall smell of… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying. — Robert Herrick Flower Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her. — Robert Herrick Baby Copy Share Image
Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite. — Robert Herrick Appetite Copy Share Image
Hast thou attempted greatnesse? Then go on; Back-turning slackens resolution. — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
I should delight to have my curls half drowned In Tyrian dews, and head with roses crowned, And once more yet (ere… — Robert Herrick Flowers Copy Share Image
I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
