Robert Herrick Quotes

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

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

Robert Herrick
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

Robert Herrick
Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There's the land, or cherry-isle.

Robert Herrick
Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land,
And giv'st me for my bushel sowne
Twice ten for one.
All this, and better, Thou dost send
Me, to this end,
That I should render, for my part,
A thankful heart.

Robert Herrick
Here a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand.
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat, and on us all.

Robert Herrick
That age is best which is the first
When youth and blood are warmer.

Robert Herrick
If little labour, little are our gains:
Man's fortunes are according to his pains.

Robert Herrick
Fair daffadills, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.

Robert Herrick
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

Robert Herrick
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy.
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There,
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There's the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.

Robert Herrick
Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon.

Robert Herrick
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.

Robert Herrick
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

Robert Herrick
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My self now live: this age best pleaseth me.

Robert Herrick
Against diseases here the strongest fence
Is the defensive virtue, abstinence.

Robert Herrick
I saw a flie within a beade
Of amber cleanly buried.

Robert Herrick
Then while time serves, and we are but decaying.
Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

Robert Herrick
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Which starlike sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud that you can see
All hearts your captives, yours yet free

Robert Herrick
God doth not promise here to man that He
Will free him quickly from his misery;
But in His own time, and when He thinks fit,
Then He will give a happy end to it.

Robert Herrick
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past
But you may stay yet here awhile
To blush and gently smile,
And go at last.

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

Robert Herrick
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress tree:
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en Death, to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me:
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.

Robert Herrick
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
Oh how that glittering taketh me!

Robert Herrick
I dare not ask a kiss;
I dare not beg a smile;
Lest having that or this,
I might grow proud the while.
No, no, the utmost share
Of my desire shall be
Only to kiss that air,
That lately kissed thee.

Robert Herrick
For my Embalming (Sweetest) there will be
No Spices wanting, when I'm laid by thee.

Robert Herrick
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.

Robert Herrick
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Robert Herrick
Get up, sweet Slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree.

Robert Herrick
So smooth, so sweet, so silvery is thy voice,
As, could they hear, the damned would make no noise,
But listen to thee (walking in thy chamber)
Melting melodious words, to lutes of amber.

Robert Herrick