179 Quotes 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.

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.

To SycamoresI’m sick of Love; O let me lieUnder your shades, to sleep or die!Either is welcome; so I haveOr here my Bed, or here my Grave.Why do you sigh, and sob, and keepTime with the tears, that I do weep?Say, have ye sence, or do you proveWhat 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.

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!

Tumble me down, and I will sitUpon my ruines (smiling yet:)Teare me to tatters; yet I'le bePatient in my necessitie.Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shunMe, as a fear'd infection:Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk as one,Neglecting thy derision.

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

BashfulnesseOf all our parts, the eyes expresseThe sweetest kind of bashfulnesse.