Quote

When words we want, love teacheth to indite And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.

Robert Herrick

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Blush
Words
Speak
Write
Writing
Love
Bids

More quotes by Robert Herrick

Image
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
Robert Herrick
Image
But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.
Robert Herrick
Image
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!
Robert Herrick
Image
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
Robert Herrick
Image
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
Image
Then be not coy, but use your time And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Robert Herrick
Image
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
Robert Herrick
Image
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Robert Herrick
Image
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
Robert Herrick
Image
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
Robert Herrick
Image
That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.
Robert Herrick
Image
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
Image
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
Robert Herrick
Image
In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is
Robert Herrick
Image
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Robert Herrick
Image
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
Image
If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
Robert Herrick
Image
Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Robert Herrick
Image
You say to me-wards your affection's strong Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Robert Herrick
Image
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