Robert Herrick Quotes

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.

Before man's fall the rose was born, St. Ambrose says, without the thorn; But for man's fault then was the thorn Without the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace.

Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o’er the flowers.

Gather ye rosebuds 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's to setting.

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

So when or you or I are made
A fable, song, or fleeting shade,
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drowned with us in endless night.

'Tis sin,
Nay, profanation to keep in.

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

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

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

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown

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.

Some asked me where the rubies grew,
And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.

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.