Famous Robert Herrick Quotations

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"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying."
by Robert Herrick
"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying."
by Robert Herrick
"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."
by Robert Herrick
"What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love."
by Robert Herrick
"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying."
by Robert Herrick
"The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam."
by Robert Herrick
"Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment."
by Robert Herrick
"And with our broth, and bread, and bits, sir friend, You've fared well : pray make an end ; Two days you've larded here ; a third, ye know, Makes guests and fish smell strong ; pray go"
by Robert Herrick
"If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains."
by Robert Herrick
"Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out."
by Robert Herrick
"Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand That soils my land; And giv'st me, for my bushel sown, Twice ten for one; Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day; Besides my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each year; The while the conduits of my kine Run cream, for wine. All these, and better, Thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart..."
by Robert Herrick
"Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end."
by Robert Herrick
"And to your more bewitching, see the proud, Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,..."
by Robert Herrick
"Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood:"
by Robert Herrick
"See where she comes, and smell how all the street, Breathes vineyards and pomegranates: oh, how sweet!..."
by Robert Herrick


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