Robert Herrick on Anniversary
1591–1674 England
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Like will to like, each creature loves his kind;
Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Let moderation on thy passions wait;
Who loves too much, too much the lov'd will hate.
Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.
No, not Jove
Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Love is a circle that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of love.
No, not Jove
Himself, at one time, can be wise and love.
Thus times do shift; each thing his turne does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.
When words we want, Love teacheth to indite;
And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
I do love I know not what,
Sometimes this and sometimes that.
But, ah! if empty dreams so please,
Love give me more such nights as these.
Wealth cannot make a life, but love.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Robert Herrick (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.