179 Quotes by Robert Herrick

Welcome maids of honour, / You do bring / In the Spring; / And wait upon her.

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

I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die

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

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, / Why do ye fall so fast?

In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is

Fair daffodils, we weep to see / You haste away so soon: / As yet the early-rising sun / Has not attained his noon.

It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.

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