Robert Herrick Quotes (78 Quotes)

Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.

Thou art to all lost love the best,
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest
And left of love, are crown'd.

Now since my love is tongueless, know me such,
Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits my little wine.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

I do love I know not what Sometimes this, and sometimes that.

I'll leave thee, and to Pansies come:
Comforts you'll afford me some:
You can ease my heart, and do
What Love could ne'er be brought unto.

As Love shall help me, I admire
How thou canst sit and smile
To see me bleed, and not desire
To staunch the blood the while.

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

Only a little more I have to write, Then I'll give o'er, And bid the world good-night.

A sweet disorder in the dress, kindles in clothes a wantonness

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old time is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.

When I love, as some have told
Love I shall, when I am old,
O ye Graces!

Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they started at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.

So when love speechless is, she doth express
A depth in love, and that depth bottomless.

Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

A winning wave (deserving note) In the tempestuous petticoat A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.

It is the will that makes the action good or ill.

Roses at first were white, Till thy cod not agree, Whether my Saphos breast, Or they more white shod be.

Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam?

A master of a house, as I have read, must be the first man up and the last in bed

To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:--
Jocund his Muse was, but his Life was chaste.

Health is no other (as the learned hold) but a just measure both of heat and cold.

Give, if thou canst, an alms if not, afford, instead of that, a sweet and gentle word.

Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt. Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.

Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart Ill give to thee.

He knows not love that hath not this truth proved,
Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.

Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away,
Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.

I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die

'Twixt kings and tyrants theres this difference known Kings seek their subjects good tyrants their own.

L saw a fly within a bead Of amber cleanly buried.

Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may;
Could life return, 'twould never lose a day.

Love, gifts will send ye.

My dearest Love, since thou wilt go,
And leave me here behind thee;
For love or pity, let me know
The place where I may find thee.

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast

'Tis sweet to think on what was hard tendure.

Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

And once more yet (ere I am laid out dead)Knock at a star with my exalted head

I will whisper to your ears,--
The sweets of love are mixt with tears.

And have deserved as much, Love knows,
As to be canonized 'mongst those
Whose deeds and deaths here written are
Within your Greeny-kalendar.

In prayer the lips neer act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

Men are suspicious prone to discontent Subjects still loathe the present Government.