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
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
Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee. — Robert Herrick Heart Copy Share Image
If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains. — Robert Herrick Fortune Copy Share Image
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
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
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
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
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
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline… — Robert Herrick Decline Copy Share Image
Let wealth come in by comely thrift, And not by any sordid shift; 'T is haste Makes waste; Extremes have still their… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and… — Robert Herrick Art 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 Copy Share Image
Show me thy feet, show me thy legs, thy thighs Show me those fleshy principalities; Show me that hill where smiling love… — Robert Herrick Ascension Copy Share Image
That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer. — Robert Herrick Age 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
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart. — Robert Herrick Concurrence 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
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 Copy Share Image
Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace. — Robert Herrick Art Copy Share Image
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me! — Robert Herrick Beauty Copy Share Image
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low. — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg. — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play. — Robert Herrick Actor Copy Share Image
Our present tears here, not our present laughter Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter. — Robert Herrick Happiness Copy Share Image
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green — Robert Herrick Celebration Copy Share Image
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam. — Robert Herrick Body Copy Share Image
