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Robert Herrick Quotes

1591–1674 England

Robert Herrick (baptised 24 August 1591 – buried 15 October 1674) was a 17th century English lyric poet and Anglican cleric.

England
Poets

Also known as: Herrick, Robert, Robert Herrick, Hesperides (poetry collection)

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Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

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

Hesperides (1648)

A careless shoe string, in whose tie
I see a wilde civility.

Soul of my life and fame!
Eternal lamp of love! whose radiant flame
Out-glares the heaven's Osiris, and thy gleams
Out-shine the splendour of his mid-day beams.

Hesperides (1648)

But, ah! if empty dreams so please,
Love give me more such nights as these.

Hesperides (1648)

Of all our parts, the eyes express
The sweetest kind of bashfulness.

Hesperides (1648)

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.

Hesperides (1648)

In that whiter island, where
Things are evermore sincere;
Candour here, and lustre there
Delighting.

Hesperides (1648)

Praise they that will times past; I joy to see
Myself now live: this age best pleaseth me.

Hesperides (1648)

For my embalming, sweetest, there will be
No spices wanting when I'm laid by thee.

Hesperides (1648)

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

Hesperides (1648)

I dreamt this mortal part of mine
Was metamorphos'd to a vine.

Hesperides (1648)

Wealth cannot make a life, but love.

Hesperides (1648)

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

Hesperides (1648)

Hast thou attempted greatness? then go on:
Back-turning slackens resolution.

Hesperides (1648)

'Tis not Apollo can, or those thrice three
Castalian sisters, sing, if wanting thee.
Horace, Anacreon, both had lost their fame,
Had'st thou not fill'd them with thy fire and flame.

Hesperides (1648)

Small griefs find tongues: full casks are ever found
To give (if any, yet) but little sound.
Deep waters noiseless are; and this we know,
That chiding streams betray small depth below.

Hesperides (1648)

O time that cut'st down all
And scarce leav'st here
Memorial
Of any men that were.

Hesperides (1648)

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.

Hesperides (1648)

To read my book the virgin shy
May blush while Brutus standeth by,
But when he's gone, read through what's writ,
And never stain a cheek for it.

Hesperides (1648)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Robert Herrick (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.