Quotes from Robert Herrick

THE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND THE QUARRY OF PEARLS Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew: And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where: Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and shew me there The quarrelets of Pearl.

Bashfulnesse Of all our parts, the eyes expresse The sweetest kind of bashfulnesse.

The end of his worke Part of the worke remaines; one part is past: And here my ship rides having Anchor cast.

To Sycamores I'm sick of Love; O let me lie Under your shades, to sleep or die! Either is welcome; so I have Or here my Bed, or here my Grave. Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep Time with the tears, that I do weep? Say, have ye sence, or do you prove What Crucifixions are in Love? I know ye do; and that's the why, You sigh for Love, as well as I

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

Tears will spring where woes are deep.

Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam A strawberry shows half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl, and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast.

Our life is short, and our days run, As fast away as does the sun

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well

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

Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.

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.

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

God doth not promise here to man that HeWill 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.

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

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Old Time is still aflying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.

For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.

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

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.

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.

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.

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