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
Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. — Robert Herrick Daffodil Copy Share Image
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it. — Robert Herrick Comfort 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 Born Copy Share Image
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; The morrow's life too late is; live to-day. — Robert Herrick Drink Copy Share Image
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before. — Robert Herrick Calm Copy Share Image
“Some would know Why I so Long still doe tarry, And ask why Here that I Live, and not marry? Thus I… — Robert Herrick Live free Copy Share Image
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that… — Robert Herrick Thousand Copy Share Image
Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be. — Robert Herrick Agree 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
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 Age 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 Causes Copy Share Image
Only Herrick's left alone, For to number sorrow by Their departures hence and die. — Robert Herrick Grief Copy Share Image
Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end. — Robert Herrick Ends Copy Share Image
And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and… — Robert Herrick Endless Copy Share Image
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that. — Robert Herrick Inspirational Copy Share Image
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love. — Robert Herrick Cement 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
Let's live with that small pittance which we have; Who covets more is evermore a slave. — Robert Herrick Contentment Copy Share Image
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction. — Robert Herrick Action Copy Share Image
