He knows not love that hath not this truth proved,
Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.
(From: To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick)
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.
(From: To Pansies)
Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.
(From: Love, What It Is)
Now since my love is tongueless, know me such,
Who speak but little, ’cause I love so much.
(From: To His Mistress Objecting To Him Neither Toying Nor Talking)
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,
No life is yet life-proof from misery.
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.