Robert Herrick Quotes

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.

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

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.

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. Amen.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well

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

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

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

Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

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

Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.

Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.

To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he is to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while you may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

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

Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.

Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.

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

When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

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

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

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

Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

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

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

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

Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.

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

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

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.

Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.