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.

For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.

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

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

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.

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

If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.