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The person lives twice who lives the first life well
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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More quotes by Robert Herrick
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
Robert Herrick
Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.
Robert Herrick
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
Robert Herrick
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Robert Herrick
A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits my little wine.
Robert Herrick
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Robert Herrick
No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
Robert Herrick
Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
Robert Herrick
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. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
Robert Herrick
Men are suspicious prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
Robert Herrick
Give house-room to the best 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
Robert Herrick
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.
Robert Herrick
When words we want, love teacheth to indite And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
Robert Herrick
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
Robert Herrick
Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Robert Herrick
When one is past, another care we have Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
Robert Herrick
Things are evermore sincere / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
Robert Herrick
Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.
Robert Herrick
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.
Robert Herrick
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
Robert Herrick