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

Robert Herrick

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

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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.
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None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
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Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
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A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
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Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
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Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
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When one is past, another care we have Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
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In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
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Things are evermore sincere / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
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Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.
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What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
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Humble we must be, if to heaven we go High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
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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.
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In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is
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Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
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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.
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Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.
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Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end.
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