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
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
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play. — Robert Herrick Actor 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
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart. — Robert Herrick Concurrence Copy Share Image
God doth not promise here to man that HeWill free him quickly from his misery;But in His own time, and when He… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Feed him ye must, whose food fills you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your… — Robert Herrick Eating 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
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
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee. — Robert Herrick Cypress trees 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
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
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
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
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
