Robert Herrick Quotes

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!

Sur lui-même

Perdu au monde, à moi-même perdu,
Seul, me voici tout de marbre vêtu,
Ni vu, ni perçu, de silence imbu.

[On Himselfe

Lost to the world ; lost to myself ; alone
Here now I rest under this Marble stone :
In depth of silence, heard, and seen of none.]

To Daisies, Not To Shut So Soon

Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night
Has not as yet begun
To make a seizure on the light,
Or to seal up the sun.

No marigolds yet closed are;
No shadows great appear;
Nor doth the early shepherds' star
Shine like a spangle here.

Stay but till my Julia close
Her life-begetting eye,
And let the whole world then dispose
Itself to live or die.

Here we are all, by day; by night, we're hurled
By dreams, each one, into a several world.

Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Which starlike sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud that you can see
All hearts your captives, yours yet free

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There's the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.

Love is a circle that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of love.

Some asked how pearls did grow, and where?
Then spoke I to my girl
To part her lips, and showed them there
The quarelets of pearl.

God doth not promise here to man that He Will free him quickly from his misery; But in His own time, and when He thinks fit, Then He will give a happy end to it.

Then while time serves, and we are but decaying.
Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he is to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while you may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

- To the Virgins, To Make much of Time

'Tis sin,
Nay, profanation to keep in.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.

Get up, sweet Slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree.

Paradise is, as from the learn'd I gather,
A choir of blest souls circling in the Father.